You haven’t tested your nerves until you meet a jeepney with no headlights, at night, whether on a city or provincial road, while you’re holding your lane and your breath.

You drive along, playlist steady, when a shape bursts out of the dark: chrome horses, bright stickers, no light at all. A ghost with registration papers.

You swerve. Your pulse spikes. The driver stays calm, one arm out the window, tuned to an AM station that broadcasts pure static and faith.

In IT, that’s “running production without visibility.” No logs. No dashboards. Just trust and muscle memory. Yet somehow, it works. They roll on, reckless, confident, operational.

I still nod when I pass one. That’s raw courage on four wheels. While most of us depend on sensors, metrics, and LED beams, some drivers rely solely on instinct. It’s risky, sure, but deeply Filipino.

Maybe that’s the real takeaway. We keep moving not because the road is clear, but because experience teaches us where the curves are. Still, a bit of visibility saves lives, on highways and in leadership. Clarity turns blind faith into safe progress.