Week 33: Friday – Notes of a Traveller


ETD (Estimated Time of Departure)

ONE THING have I desired…” – Psalm 27:4

If you’re a constant wanderer, you’re familiar with terms like ETD and ETA. Thanks to the internet it’s now easier and fancier to plan your itinerary. I particularly enjoy the ritual of choosing my seat, my stopovers, my meals ( what a treat to go low carb on an 8-hour flight!), even the movies and shows to watch while up 30k-45k feet from the ground. In some planes, the buttons are just too many it takes a geek to figure out even how to turn the vid screen on. So I feel especially geeky when seniors ask me to assist them. There was even one instance that I couldn’t concentrate anymore on the movie I was watching because granny pa kept on pressing the repeat button and asking me to help him go back to his movie. The reason was he wanted to sync the same movie with his wife’s screen so they could react, cry, and laugh together. Awwww….

Speaking of grannies, not so many of us will turn out like them. I will try not to sound too morbid here, but life is really short  and you could die, like today (there I said it). In real life, you can plan your itinerary all you want but never your ETD. This is the black hole of control freaks.

One author wrote:

30,000 mornings, give or take, is all we’re given.  If you’re 26, you still have 20,000 left.  If you’re 54, you still have 10,000. An accident or illness could change all that, of course.  But let’s count on you to remain safe and healthy all your allotted life—in which case you still have plenty of time.  Sort of.  “We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well,” wrote author Paul Bowles, who lived to the ripe old age of 32,442 mornings.  “Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really.  How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it?  Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that.  How many more times will you watch the full moon rise?  Perhaps twenty.  And yet it all seems limitless.”  30,000 mornings.  We’ll spend some of them on the treadmill, or fighting traffic, or standing in line at the bagel shop.  Just to be sure to spend some of yours seeking and savoring the real beauty, mystery, and adventure of your days.  This is your life; don’t miss a day of it.

We are so busy hurrying and scurrying; hopping from one place to another, searching for something we hardly know what, just to satisfy something so insatiable inside us. We fly, run, walk, ride, sail… and yet the only progress we make is adding mileage. The hollowness within remains. We’re like little children so keen to stuff their hungry tummies with cotton candies in the circus, never becoming really full. And before we knew it, the hourglass stops.

What are you trying to reach?

“THE TRAGEDY OF LIFE does not lie in not reaching your goals, the tragedy lies in not having any goals to reach. It isn’t a calamity to die with dreams unfulfilled, but it is a calamity not to dream.  It is not a disaster to be unable to capture your ideals, but ut is a disaster to have no ideals to capture.  It is not a disgrace not to reach the stars, but it is a disgrace to have no stars to reach.” – Dr. Benjamin Mays

Better is one day in Your courts

than a thousand elsewhere…

Psalm 84:10

My friends  and I decided that as travellers, we won’t wander aimlessly. We have put in writing what we are … a reminder in times of confusion in the midst of a culture of materialism, self-love, and empty pursuits.

We have chosen that this is how it’s gonna be for our journey:

As pilgrims, we aim to dream God’s dreams.

We dream that as we strive to love this country of our sojourning, we will not forget our duties to the country of our beginnings.

We dream that our lives will be a strong anchor for our sons and daughters in this foreign country.

We dream that in this faraway land, where their color stands out the most, they will ache to find themselves, their identity, their roots.


We dream that one day, our young will go back to our Motherland as blessings.

We dream that one day, our young will be bearers of Hope.

We dream that one day, we will offer at the Altar not only our blood, sweat, and tears… But heroes. 


Heroes whose eyes are clear;

whose minds are free;

whose hands are wise;

whose hearts are ablazed

with so much love for our Philippines.

We dream God’s dreams.

Because without them, we have no reason to exist.

A Christian is the only person who can afford to die. Why? Because our only dream is to see His face… and hear Him say,

“Well done, My good and faithful servant.”

That’s all a child of God needs. That’s the summary of his life. In fact, that is all and everything he is.


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