Being an introvert is a challenge when you’re surrounded by extrovert people. Even having a circle of friends with different types of personalities, being able to “socialize” and interact requires much effort and energy on my end. I am not a traveller/blogger/photographer expert. And in this blog I truly ain’t trying to be one other than being myself.

The Ruins in Talisay City, Negros Occidental is one of the top most visited place of attraction, not just because it is instagrammable but also for its history. Although, I wish to know more of its history and why it became the famous “The Ruins” to feature it excellently in this blog but, I only had 30 minutes to explore and take photos. How this visit began and made me unlock my spontaneous side is what this blog is all about.

After a long travel from my previous destinations (Lakawon Island, Dumaguete City, Siquijor Island) and now back at Bacolod city with my friend. We decided to stay for a while and catch the afternoon trip going home. Under certain circumstances that we ought to stay longer waiting for another friend to catch up with us, who, primarily had plans to go to Campuestohan and The Ruins. Since the last trip was 5 in the afternoon and it was still 1 o’ clock we waited for them. I haven’t had the chance to really roam around Bacolod city despite of the time spared (because it was really hot!) But I have a few places to definitely go back to and mostly eat at. Lol.

We waited an hour or so after the mini tour around the city, but they were still caught up somewhere around too. Waiting with no committed time is like waiting forever with 99% possibility of not coming as planned or agreed. And that introvert side of me with no patience longer than a pasta noodle would break easily. I hate waiting. (Or being the one to wait. HAHA!) But at that moment I didn’t. Probably because I get that kind of feeling after our long travel I still don’t want to go home and face reality. It was then around quarter to four in the afternoon that my friend and I met with the others. Thankfully they rented a car for easier transportation going there.

It took more or less fifteen minutes from the city getting there, probably more depending on the flow of the traffic.

Trying out to blend in with people you don’t know or got used to, is a challenge for me to get along with. I don’t usually talk and socialize with other people. (And all my real friends can attest to that.) And there’s also a side of me that when we get to know each other I’m just as loud as a megaphone. No kidding. That’s how my friends describe me. So unlocking this character or attitude of being spontaneous wasn’t something I planned to unlock. The only part of my plan was getting around Bacolod City and go home. (But we didn’t! lol.)

When we arrived there and paid P100.00 entrance fee, the rush of excitement came in and I was so happy to actually feel like living in the moment. To go somewhere not part of the plan. The other me would usually think twice and consider other factors in going and not going. Or maybe simply on that day when I was saying “I’m in” absentmindedly to whatever my friend says we’re going to because I really don’t feel going home and I don’t have plans what to do if I stay a little bit longer.

When we entered there was a guide who talks about the history of The Ruins and so on (and that I missed.) But we have to do what we need to do to before leaving. Doing all the photo opt in every possible angle and once done the group decided to go home before the last trip closes.

Despite the rush to explore the place I feel happy to witness it myself. Even if it wasn’t really on my list to go to and at the end of the day we missed our ride (btw!), but I’m glad that I was there. If there is one thing that I remembered about the experience, it’s sometimes I need to take my mind off with so much pressure achieving what should be and what must be done or how to do it. I am relieved from the things I also require myself to do. So caught up with living within the lines, though it isn’t really that bad, but most of the time I missed to live in the moment. It’s that kind of feeling when you are on a sea cliff with a beautiful view and the thought of jumping can be nice. The risk of whatever may happen weights more than experiencing something outside of your comfort zone. Beyond what you fear of. There’s a saying, “The fears we don’t face become our limits.”

When was the last time you faced your fears?