en route
It's not until a couple of hours before that I suddenly decided I wanted to take the train to Quezon Ave then jeepney ride to Philcoa on my way to UP. I couldn't explain why. Maybe I miss it.
I decided to take the "Betaway" (slang for better way - it's that asphalted shortcut from AS to Eng) going to the Sunken Garden when we were already in front of AS-casaa side. It's a route I rarely took when I was in UP. I don't know why I decided to take it a while ago.
I wanted to just cross the Sunken Garden on our way back to the car but decided to agree that, yes, maybe it's better to walk on the asphalted acad oval passing by the Gonzalez Hall instead.
I wasn't taking control of my feet when it made me walk to the unfamiliar and rather strange streets of Area 2.
I realized that I'm not very rational about the routes that I take. Most of the time, I'm indecisive. That's why sometimes it's late for me to realize the dangers that lie ahead. But then maybe, it's passing through those dangers that makes life exciting.
There's no turning back.
Walk.
And learn along the way.
But what makes me hesitant sometimes? - It's not because of being unsure of the road ahead. It's about being unsure about not turning back.