I didn’t know there was a template for a blog post in MS word. In the last 2 years, an idea which was dormant in my idea for about 2 decades or so started germinating. It was mostly watered by the birth of my daughter (that sounded weird) It was about migrating to Australia. There was something about this place which allured me. It was away, self-sufficient, least bothered, aloof, didn’t give a damn and it was both ugly and pretty. It was me in a lot of ways. I started the immigration process by visiting those visa consultants (a special mention of a friend, TJ, a discussion with whom helped me narrow it down) and then over the period of the next 4-5 months struggled through the documentation process. Husband complied wherever possible, but was mostly a sleeping partner in the whole process (that’s very unlikely of him, though. As I discover much later that he played along as he wasn’t much keen on migration, but did so on my behest). Nevertheless, half of 2014 and a...
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man is never 'scared' of death... its that he want's to accomplish too many things in shortest time he has and the apprehension of not able to complete his dream run makes him uneasy... on the otherhand it's difficult to accept the same as it's difficult to understand... ppl who understood life (and death) ... don't have the said fear!
Live... as if there is no tomorrow :)
Well I believe depends upon how u look at death, I see it not as a step after life, rather absence of life. So I miss out on something which I really love. Scared of it, No its inevitable...but if you ask him letting go is tough, the answer is yes.