Recovery
I went on my first mountain hike yesterday and one thing lingers on my mind: how amazing that some hours in nature have managed to heal psychic damage of just a day before. It was as if I hadn’t recently been anxious or stressed at all.
I have little else to say. I think there are more beautiful vistas, but this mountain in Rizal did not disappoint. Perhaps it would’ve, if there’d been more people, as is usually the case with more popular hiking trails. But there was an acceptable amount of people around, enough to remind me of the vastness of the earth, and away from the claustrophobia of the internet. This all lent perfectly a labourious but pensive walking, with good company no less—perhaps exactly the kind of emotional purging that was needed.
With the way my mind has been put through much fatigue, it seems my body has happily offered to take on a share of it. My body aches but my mind is clear: in this funny state I can say I’m well-rested and ready to take on the week ahead.