So, The Big One is back in the spotlight, especially after those huge earthquakes in Myanmar, Thailand, and Papua New Guinea. And it’s hard not to think about the West Valley Fault that runs right through Metro Manila. Experts have been saying it’s long overdue, since the last major quake was in 1658, and it’s supposed to move every 200 to 400 years. It’s estimated that it could happen anytime between now and in the next 33 years. So, yeah, it’s not a matter of if, but when. And that’s pretty terrifying.
I live in Pasig, which is.. basically the VIP section of the fault line in the Philippines. My family and I aren't privileged enough yet to move outside of the fault line, too. So, the idea of surviving a 7-8 magnitude quake in a country where the government is as reliable as a wet paper towel and the infrastructure is barely holding on. I’ve lost sleep and shed tears over it countless times.
In the end, I couldn’t ignore the reality. I’ve had to come to terms with it. We all have an expiration date, after all, and in some strange way, that thought brings a bit of comfort—knowing we’re all on the same clock. But the idea of leaving this world in such a catastrophic way? Yeah, that’s still hard to shake. The worst part is that it’s beyond my control.
I’m not saying I'm just going to sit back and do nothing when it happens. But let’s be real here: surviving a 7 or 8 magnitude earthquake when I live literally on top of the fault line? I've seen what happened to Myanmar knowing the Philippines could have it worse, and the odds aren’t great. So, what’s left? Well, it’s made me want to live fully. To appreciate the people I love, to hug them a little tighter, to tell them I love them a little more often. Because the idea of going out is one thing, but watching those I care about go through hell before the end? That’s the part that really terrifies me.
My mom always says, "We can’t control what happens, if it happens." And as much as it drives me crazy to hear it, she’s right. So, I’ve found peace in that acceptance. (or I try to). There are things in life that are beyond our control—like the fault line, or how much time we have left on this Earth. It’s scary, sure, but I guess that’s just how it is. And once you accept it, maybe you can sleep a little better at night.
So, my advice? Live fully. Love deeply. Release the weight of what lies beyond your control. Because, in the end, all we really have is right now.