Im a tiny being in a humongous earth

A little bit lost

The plane ride was stiffening, it was long and hard. The passenger's chatty as the chatty woman but at least she's far away from home, away with the façade she created. As she looked outside the window she saw a vast sea with what would seem a sprinkle of lands. Since that chatty woman's advice was to get out of customs immediately and phone her once she got her luggage (they gave her a phone with postpaid plans) she planned her actions well without wasting too much effort.

But to her dismay the airport was... well how to put this? Worst?

It smelled like ancient, inside it was chaos. The ground attendant was roaming and the ceiling looked as if it will give away and trap everyone with it. The floor is dirty and there are passenger waiting for their plane who almost as if they're building a camp with their clothes, but the worst was the delay just keep on coming.

All the time in that cranky airport Claire's eyebrow began to knit its way. A disgrace to the word airport. She thought but alas she got out, phoned the woman and got her instructions as to where to meet her guide.

The guide was not even better than the airport, he arrived with a singing van (it kept on making noises like it'll fell apart any minute) is everything in this country going to fall apart? She wondered idly. The man spoke with much more cheerfulness than the chatty woman at home

"Are you Miss Claire Serafin?"

"Yes, and you're mister uh... how do you pronounce this?"

"you, pronounce it as bul- as in bull a- like the note after so and ong like a Chinese sir name."

"Um... Bulaong?"

"You got that right Miss! Anyway what made you come here?"

"I won a raffle"

"Oh" she thought was the last thing he would say but the man kept on talking about his life, which made her wonder how he can be open to a stranger.

Mr. Bulaong said he has three offspring two daughters and one son. They live a very happy life after all his children managed to get to a good university and both of them (his wife) can sustain them. From what she heard the man lived a very simple life, his happy but his not rich, his happy but he uses a cranky old van, she wondered what his definition of happiness is.

 "How did you found yourself?"

'Huh" shit. she thought .she blurted out her thoughts out of the blue.

"what a strange question miss!" he gave a hefty laugh that roared inside the van, it made her feel somewhat strange, she remembered sunny childhood days but she quickly brushed it off thinking it was just a mere coincidence.

"Hmm let me think" she remained silent, waiting for his reply.

"Well sometimes to find yourself you need to get a little lost "

Her eyebrows knitted and the man laughed some more knowing that the young lady is more confused

"How to explain? Ah! Literally! Get lost but don't search! You don't search something when you get lost you're confused but eventually you find the exit or the right track or something"

"But don't people usually find the exit when you get lost?" she asked

"Normal people do but those who get lost often knows that the more you look for exit the more you won't find it. so people like that tend to just well... appreciate the scenery" he chuckled he saw the expression like that so many time, heck, he saw it in the mirror in the past but he knows what's important now and he knows that the young lady in back is looking for something, something worth living for like he did back then.