I found a secret village and...

You can study all you want and discover the past in order to rediscover the future. — Cedric Bixler-Zavala

One place is where people speak fluently in science and mathematics and another in a language about languages. One place speaks in nation-building and another speaks in history.

And in my journey across seas, mountains, and distant cities, I have somehow mapped my path back to home.

I learned how to delineate borders using satellites, GPS, and codes. Even with the modern world, we can use borders to discover a lost knowledge from the past.

As I was connecting lines from one coordinate to another, it can't help but notice that existing villages used to be one, it just broke into independent communities slowly forgetting their past. Then I drew more lines, cutting across roads and houses, but these geopolitical borders that divide homes are not just imaginary at at all!

These borders divide people, these borders divide behaviors, and divide opportunities.

Out of the seven zones, two faced the sea. Their lives depended on it, mostly. They both speak the language of the past and the future. There, they fish and swim. They live and exist.

One was called Tinago, which literally means hidden—but this is not yet the secret village at all! Tinago is a secluded place but with vibrant people. They speak the language of the present. Then, in the heart of all borders is a closed-knit neighborhood speaking the language of their forefathers and being within feels warm and safe.

Deeper into the mountainside, along the riverbanks is a diverse community. They speak the language of migrants who found a good place they can call home.

But downstream, is the secret village, only accessible through a travel in time. When the clock hits four, I arrived there. I arrived through overgrown dirt paths and along derelict structures. There they spoke in the language of their time.

In my travels through time and the hearts of people, I have discovered that language binds communities together, but as languages shifts, a portion of their past fade away too.

If you've been with Hive for long, you may have skimmed once through my frustrations about this chaotic era we are in.

But with dreams sown into earth, I know our world leaders can't save us all. So, we must work through the economic and social disruptions, to be able to thrive and be sustainable.

Luckily, I am just walking the path of my father.

Continuing his sustainability goals, I built a permaculture dream.

Although these abundance is not my works, my goal is to grow more trees, so I can build more sustainability through the years.

Looking through my past expenditures since I started living alone, I can't help but compare how the same money has little value now. So, being able to harvest fruits and vegetables from the farm surely helps us extend our budget.

The weight of our bodies as we climb through trees and the weight of the sacks to carry our harvest back to the lowland may not be compensated enough with the low prices, but we are still grateful that we have something to exchange for cash.

Probably one of the most low-maintenance crops are coconuts and bananas, these are our regular source of income. So, it's always a good idea to grow more into the currently unused areas.

We don't know when they will drop bombs and pull our children to fight their wars, but for now, let's make our own sideplots away from the main arc.

In the world where only a few decides the future of the world, it feels good to be able to decide for ourselves while we still can.

Though, I still hope for a better world.

@oniemaniego is a software developer, but outside work, he experiments in the kitchen, writes poetry and fiction, paints his heart out, or toils under the hot sun.