Nothing but gratitude

For The Strokes. That they are still alive. That Is This It is still as tight, raw and gripping as it was first released more than a decade ago.

For feeling beautiful feelings, no matter how fleeting they were. For the much needed imaginary invincibility from time to time. For the ugly wake-up calls. For every single lesson we were forced to learn from every single piece of bullshit we had to take. For the courage to believe again working on that courage to believe again.

For Pundaquit sunsets. For barefoot Calicoan wandering. For glassy morning sets in Sabang. For our home that is Urbiztondo.

For Uno and all his out-of-focus glory. For Luna and her non-existent dings. For surf families. For party waves, party nose dives and everything else in between. For every single precious wave. Thank you.

For having friends others could only dream of. For conversations that are too insane they actually make sense. For f1.8. For life changing coin tosses. For the glow of the city at night. For mixtapes and coffee. For listening to good mixtapes while sipping good coffee. For meeting exceeding our quota of fuck it moments this year. For those times when "epic" and "awesome" would not suffice.

For places I have yet to visit and people I have yet to meet.  

Nothing but gratitude,
Miccah

Moodboard for 2013. *These photos are not mine and unfortunately, I forgot their original sources because when you visit Tumblr and you see something interesting, you just go click 'save image as' pronto. So if you happen to own them, let me know so I can attribute them to you properly. :)