I'm not usually the guy who would share something so personal with other people, especially if those people are literally strangers on the internet. But since I've been trying to be a lot more open about my life lately, I figured why not, you know.
I don't really get to travel a lot, but I do know that I have an adventurous spirit and I try to make good use out of it every once in a while when I go roaming around looking for new places.
But even though I love exploring, I do find myself visiting some places more often than others, even if it's just for a little while. At this point, calling them hiding spots (or "power spots" like 
I've shared my obsession with beauty in quiet places in one of my previous posts too, where I showed a different place I often visit after college to kinda set the mood right. Well, as you read from the title, that place isn't the only one.
A little far from college, there's this whole area near the river where they have a water treatment plant and near it is this giant-ass white tower, which I may add, is really scary-looking and rusty and dark from the inside.
Long story short, I climbed over the fence (and got a small cut on my finger) and watched for any guards, quietly opened the rusty metal door of the tower and sneaked in after making sure that nobody had noticed. Quite Hollywood for me, gotta admit.
I didn't take any photos inside the tower because 1, it wasn't really a photogenic spot to be honest and 2, I couldn't linger too long as I was not supposed to be there and would've been in some serious trouble if I got caught.
Anyway, that's not what I went there for. What I was really looking forward to, is this:
Dangerous? Check.
Illegal? I hope not.
Could probably kill you? More or less.
(Hotel? Trivago.)
Jokes aside though, I can't even begin to explain you what all I felt as soon as I stepped up to the very top and saw the horizon right before my eyes the first time. It was... transcendent.
I never knew my city was so beautiful.
I remember just standing there dumbstruck in wonder and awe, and just staring at the beauty right in front of me. The wind, the landscape, the weather, all of it made for such a powerful experience that got me hooked for more.
It's so easy to forget how alive the world really is when you live under dead concrete blocks, and this is exactly why I can't resist places like these. I want to see life happen around me; I want to see ripples in the river, the dangling tree branches, the fisherman in his boat, and the animals near the riverbank.
But all of this beauty comes with a price. Whenever I go to any of these places, there's always a risk of getting caught or falling down and getting seriously injured (or dying, in this case), and that's why I don't really share that place with anyone.
Still, I'm cautious enough to not go too far and stubborn enough to keep coming back.
Imagine sitting there all alone while listening to some beautiful music and just watching the world from up above thinking as if you're inside a novel. For a moment, everything else about your life becomes secondary and all you wanna do is just... be.
I heard myself saying,
"This is it. This is all I want. To fall in love with my own life."
My mind kept reminding me how it's getting late and I should head back home, but my heart silently begged,
"Just a little while longer"
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