My eyes were glued to the aqua emerald stillness of the lake. Feathery white clouds sailed through the clear blue sky, softening the rays of the sun touching my cheeks. On a beautiful morning atop the crater of the world’s smallest active volcano, I was sitting on a rust-colored cliff, adoring the magnificence of such a tiny yet powerful wonder.
Taal Volcano’s crater lake. The small island on the right is known as the Vulcan Point.
It was my first time to embark on a journey in Luzon alone. My college friends could not even believe that I was being serious about going to Taal Volcano all by myself. They thought I was joking. I wish I was too. The concept of a volcano erupting in any minute scared the heck out of me. Moreso the strangers that I will be meeting along the way made me very anxious.
But being there on its mouth, surrounded by the gases coming out of its fissures, reminded me that anything can be accomplished despite the presence of fear.