My father taught me how to ride the motorbike year 1999. Fast forward 2015, I’m here in Palawan under going some major internal journey.
Seems like choosing the name JOURNEYingjames is not just like that.
You see I chose this name not only because it sounds good and blends perfectly with the name James. I always knew that this life of mine here on earth is meant to move, learn, expand, grow, love and journey.
Saw this on my MacAir’s dictionary as I’m writing this
While all of these nouns refer to a course of travel to a particular place, usually for a specific purpose, there is a big difference between a jaunt to the nearest beach and an expedition to the rain forest.
While a trip may be either long or short, for business or pleasure, and taken at either a rushed or a leisurely pace (: a ski trip; a trip to Europe), a journey suggests that a considerable amount of time and distance will be covered and that the travel will take place over land (: a journey into the Australian outback).
A long trip by water or through air or space is a voyage (: a voyage to the Galapagos Islands; a voyage to Mars), while a short, casual trip for pleasure or recreation is a jaunt (: a jaunt to the local shopping mall).
Excursion also applies to a brief pleasure trip, usually no more than a day in length, that returns to the place where it began (: an afternoon excursion to the zoo).
Unlike the rest of these nouns, expedition and pilgrimage apply to journeys that are undertaken for a specific purpose. An expedition is usually made by an organized group or company (: a scientific expedition; an expedition to locate new sources of oil), while a pilgrimage is a journey to a place that has religious or emotional significance (: the Muslims’ annual pilgrimage to Mecca; a pilgrimage to the place where her father died).
You see the difference- that’s why its not TrippingJames or JauntingJames. JourneyingJames is deeper and resonates more with the purpose of my life here on earth.
Starting tomorrow, I’m going on another journey of my life.
If you have been following my past journeys you would easily relate that it is more of celebration of life and of being alive. Reveling on the thought that there is really no limitation if you just follow your heart- surfing, jumping on waterfalls, diving, climbing mountains, wakeboarding and many adrenaline-pumping activities.
Tomorrow’s JOURNEY would be different because it will be a CELEBRATION OF DEATH. A solo meditation on death and the sheer beauty of it. Asking questions like: What is death? Why do we die? Do we really die? Is there such thing as death? Why do we fear death? Do we come to life again? Is there reincarnation? Or we just disappear? Why am I here?
What is death? But just the beginning of life. When you look at the circle of life, you look at death as the start of something new. And if that is true, why do we resist death? Why do we hold on life so dearly and do everything “we can” to stop it, deny it and extend life.
My 2012 journey is all about spending the least possible for 100 days while traveling around the Philippines. My challenge is to just spend P500 or less per day.
This year, I only have one challenge:
For the following days, I have to listen and follow my heart. There are no plans, no maps, no companions, just pure heart-listening adventure.
I’ll ride my motorbike tomorrow starting from Puerto Princesa City and who knows where to. Hopefully I’ll be back before my flight to Manila on the 20th. I only bring a backpack with clothes, hammock, trail food and some pocket money.
Since this is a meditation about death. I would be bringing some of my father’s ashes with me and sprinkle them in places I deemed necessary. Roel Escambrosa Betia, one of my inspirations, died November 8, 2014 (less than 3 full moons ago) and one of his requests before he died is to visit Palawan again. Since he wasn’t able to do this while on his body, I thought it would be awesome to travel with his ashes during this journey.
What a perfect way to meditate on life and how fleeting it is. How thankful I am for having this rare an opportunity to celebrate death and not be afraid of it.
I thank my father for teaching me how to ride the motorbike!
THIS SHOULD BE FUN!
You can follow this journey through Instagram too: @journeyingjames