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My high school buddy Joe says he's having a hard time adjusting to their new place in Arizona. As if leaving his friends in NJ/NY was not enough, he has to find a new job, make new friends, and "start from scratch". That's how life is, he says. You constantly think about those you leave behind especially if the new environment doesn't par with the old one. Via Friendster, I told him to think of his ordeal as a God-destined adventure. Who knows, this new place might brighten his life in ways he never thought of.

If he's longing for his old place, I think I've had enough of laid back Dumaguete. I am counting the days 'til I graduate and get out of this city. I've been here long enough and I know its about time to try another environment where I can start over - meet and establish rapport with new people, set goals, and learn from past mistakes. I am actually looking forward to starting from scratch (Joe and I are in two opposite situations).

That's the beauty of life. It never limits you until you say its over. Even if you're exhausted, it pushes you to move on, to evolve with the challenges. I want to be able to move on without ghosts from the past trailing behind, unattached to the strings that bind me to moments that are soon to become memories. I want to be able to hop from one island of experience to another, even if it means starting from the beginning over and over again. And even if I seem to run in circles, I know that after every round, I learn something new.

What good is the world if you don't explore it?