Ever since moving back to Cebu, I have been haunted by old memories. Places that make you remember and people you don't really look forward bumping into. I had one of such moments today. Let's just say, for the sake of brevity, there are people who spite me for reasons I don't understand (ok, maybe I understand them now but that calls for another blog entry altogether.) and because I have been away for a long time, I have totally forgiven and forgotten these people. I dread that this day would come and I would have to struggle to restrain myself from doing or saying something that’s not nice. Today, I was nice. I even stopped to say more than just hello. I actually asked sincere questions and genuinely wanted to hear the answers. Maybe I actually underestimated my self and my ability to forgive and to heal from past wounds.
A few months back, I participated in a photography class and one of the other participants in that class actually knew me since our highschool days. I couldn’t believe what this guy told me. During the last day of our class, he said that he could not believe that I have “mellowed” and that I actually am friendly. HU-WHAT?! He said that back in the day, his impression of me was that of a fierce empowered chic, whom the boys could not or would not dare approach especially for small talk, for fear of being eaten alive. What a monstrous image of Sol. Makes me think if indeed I have actually changed that much or if I have indeed been a monster for a long time.
I never thought that this journey back to Cebu would also mean going back to self.
