Sometime ago, I started mulling over the meaning of success. This came about when my dad made an offhand comment on how successful one of my distant cousins, a surgeon, was in life.
Have you ever wished for a perfect relationship with a family member, friend, or romantic partner? One where you are completely understood and loved by the other person in the exact way you want, and vice versa?
The words “death knock” is enough to make my knees go weak and my hands go clammy. A “death knock” involves a journalist showing up on the doorstep of a family who has just lost a loved one for a story.
I used to consider traveling and its accompanying “find yourself” mantra overrated. In the 2010 American romantic movie Eat Pray Love, the protagonist, a divorcee, escapes from her daily life in which she feels lost and confused, to “exotic” lands like India, where she finds inner peace and learns to love herself (as well as another man).
I love books. Ever since I learned to read, I would never leave the house without a book (or three). I was a very shy child, and whenever I found myself in a strange place or in strange company, I was comforted by the fact that I had my literary friends with me
I rolled my eyes when I read the news that Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston are an item. “Wait, what? Didn’t she just break up with Calvin Harris like yesterday?” I thought as I scrolled through the story.
I’ve been a little upset lately and it’s not because Taylor Swift and Calvin Harris have broken up. (That was pretty unexpected though.) It’s got to do with Johnny Depp.