“Touch wood!”

Topics on death are often taboo.

“Touch wood,” they’d say when there is a mere mention of anything of that topic.

Why is it that something as inevitable as death is so difficult to talk about?

Are people just afraid of death… or what lies after this life? Perhaps a void?

Or are people just unwilling to talk about it until they feel like they have built a legacy that others would remember them by after they are gone?

Or the biggest perhaps, is that they have not really lived their life.

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” – Oscar Wilde

Are you living your life… or are you merely existing?




I’m itching to travel…

To buy a one-way ticket… To fly far far away…

To be without a map or an itinerary…

To be alone… To be a stranger to everyone else…

To get lost… To find myself…

To find love again.