I remember the first time when I rode on a roller coaster. It was on my 2nd year highschool and we were on our fieldtrip in Enchanted Kingdom.

We’re all excited with the rides, so the very first stop we went to was Space Shuttle.

I can still imagine how nervous yet so excited I was, while my friends were hyped up.

The rides began and I was in the middle sit if I remembered it correctly.

I swear, it’s a lit experience for a first timer like me —

I fell in love with the clouds even when I saw it in a reversed position where I could die any moment if the chair I was sitting on would malfunction.

I also felt my heart beat so fast that I could barely breathe and my soul was coming out from my body.

It was indeed scary but I felt ecstatic right after a rollercoaster ride, while some of my friends throwed up.

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As I contemplate with my life, I realize this is also the situation where I am in.

Well aren’t we all, tho?

So, I just have to ride on it and enjoy my life.

It’s waggish to perceive the way I protect my personal space — my peace of mind.

Sometimes I wonder if everything I’ve been saying/doing just to preserve the only thing that’s left with me were actually true.

Or these are only my escape mechanisms.

But it doesn’t matter, I don’t live just for anyone.

I live for God, for myself, and for the people who love me for who I am — not for what they want me to become.

I hope all of us learn to love God and ourselves first, so we can freely and truly love someone and everyone around us.