I stayed for four days in my hometown and I feel happy & peaceful at the same time. I miss the sound of waves, the sea breeze, the clear blue skies, fresh air and the feeling of being barefoot in the sand. I woke up on Sunday early in the morning and went to the seashore, I waited for Mt. Mayon ( a perfect cone-shaped volcano) to show up and I got lucky while reading a book entitled "The Life of Pi" written by Yann Martel.
I already watched the movie and decided to give the book a try. I sat at the corner of the sea wall while reading the book that tells a story of a young man who survived 227 days after a shipwreck while stranded on a boat in the Pacific Ocean with a Bengal tiger named Richard Parker. I love stories that inspires people and explores our spirituality.
An excerpt in the book:
“The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn’t that make life a story?”
