simple lyfestyle at Damulog Bukidnon
Want to escape from the air pollution or even from the noise pollution? Or just merely escaping from your urban lifestyle…to find peace for you able to think clearly… why you don’t go to the remote areas where you can see the high mountains, the overflowing water from the creek and hear those chirping birds. Give yourself a break. Try to off your cell phone or even not to open your computer for just one day in a month, can you do it? Could you imagine yourself in the remote areas where there is no electricity, no television, lying down in a bed which is made from the bamboo trees, no mosquito net to protect you, take a bath in an open area? Could you last a day with those situations? I hope so…that was my life before…a nice and peaceful place within the hinterlands of Bukidnon.
I come from the remote area of Bukidnon, which is the Damulog Bukidnon. In this place you’ll never feel the pressure of urban life. You can see people walking down the streets with their horses or carabaos that haul their agricultural products to sell in the market. Jeepney’s, buses, or even cars are very rare to see in this place. The roads in 17 barangays are not yet fully constructed. It has the lowest crime rate in the whole year. What a peaceful town in Bukidnon.
Not like in the urban, people at the rural areas known to be friends even if they live in separated mountains. People in the city never know their neighbors even if they live in the same apartment.
We lived in Aludas, one of the remote barangays of Damulog Bukidnon. I grew up helping my parents on the farm. Even though that I was so tired of living in the farm, but still, I considered it a happiest time with my family. We were helping each other for us to live and go to school… My parents were poor and sometimes I came to the point of questioning God why he made the world very unfair to live where there is rich and poor? Why shouldn’t he give it an equal opportunity to all mankind…but, that was my silly ideas when I felt so tired weeding on the farm under the sun-scorched skin. Even if we worked so hard on the farm our family still had time for family getaway every weekend at the nearest river in our farm where we went on swimming and fishing. We were so happy sharing and eating those fish we caught from the river on the riverbanks. Our family is poor but very rich in ambitions and hoping that someday we could reach our dreams in life.
Now, when those memories in the past will flash back, I cant help myself to cry and laugh. I cried because those memories will remain as memories and never gonna happen again. How I missed the intact family, which is striving hard in one common goal to achieve. And, I laughed for those silly things that I’ve done before. Now I know why God don’t give us everything we need in an instance because he wants us to know how to work hard with our hopes lifting us up to go on and trust him to lead our life. There is no such thing as a perfect life because I know that even the richest person has a problem. When a person is poor his only problem is how to earn money for a living while if you are rich, life is more complicated, you still wanting more in behalf of what you have. I thought money can give contentment in life but it’s not. What makes a person poor is not when he has little, it is when he wishes for more and not contented with what he has.
