somewhere i have never travelled

everybody has a happy place, somewhere at the back of their minds, a place where they can retreat to when the world has failed them, a distant memory that gives them comfort and keeps them sane. it may be that time when they were walking hand in hand with someone they love and the worries started to fade out of sight or that childhood moment when all was right with the world and everything seemed to last forever.

my secret corner is that time at the fiesta carnival when i was 4 or 5, my ma and pa at one corner table looking over a bucket of kentucky fried chicken while me and my older brother were busy riding bump cars. i was holding a hotdog on a stick and peeling the skin from it while kuya tried to steer clear of the railings. it was one of those carefree times that i would always go back to now whenever i feel sad or alone or betrayed or hopeless or bitter. i imagine myself riding that bump car and spinning round and round and round till all the troubles float in circles above me and finally disappear into thin air.

everyone needs a happy place, a nook where they can hide and be at peace with everything else.. where time stops hurrying for a while and lets one take a deep breath before rushing out into the fast and blinding world once more..

have you been to your happy place lately?