Old and New

There's this great distance between where I came from and where I am right now.

As I'm watching a video of my relatives doing the Igorot dance, on my one hand I hold one of the newest blackberry models today.

I am simply amazed by how far we have come as a human race - Laptops that can connect wirelessly almost anywhere; phones that capture your every email and allows you to send them as well; financial systems that allow you to buy things that you cannot pay for immediately; church services that use every bit of technological innovation imaginable - indeed, we have com a long, long way.

Fact: I know how to do the Igorot dance. I remember my relatives having so much fun watching me as a kid do this dance. I remember the cold weather I rarely experience in the Philippines but is always present whenever I vist our province. I remember the food, the warmth of family, the comfort of home - my true home.

I am very grateful for all the blessings that the Lord has given to me throughout my entire life. There's this part of me though, that misses my home, my roots, my childhood - and I guess I'd forever long for my life in the past. There's this great sense of longing to retire back to the province, to the food, to the warmth of family, and to the simplicity of life.

The hopeful side of me wishes that one day, I can go back and experience all these - and not just go back home, but to go back in that point in time. When reality strikes me, however, I do recognize that no one can travel back through time.

I guess amidst the hustle and bustle of today's world, and of my life - I just long for that serenity and peace. And I know that even though I can't go back in time, this peace - I can experience through Him.