Going through Instagram stories, someone posted someone special to them who passed away a few years back. Now and then, I am reminded of death. How it comes for us all. I am afraid of losing my family and friends; not being able to touch them, get mad at them, or talk to them anymore. I am, however, not afraid of dying. Even if I was to die after I finish writing this, I would not mind. I have made peace with my death. It shall come, whenever that is.

End of day, lying in bed. Feel like I could be doing something productive but I just want to keep lying here. Have this thought about finding my ikigai. It's Japanese for “life purpose”, the intersection between what you love, what you are paid for, what you are good at, and what the world needs. At least that's what I understood from the picture I saw.

Is it even possible to have an ikigai? I mean, we all think we know our life purpose, tying it to what we do professionally, but is that all th

Ever so often we hear the word opportunity. In Swahili, it is called “fursa”. In the ears of a child, it hardly means anything. But in the ears of an adult looking to find the greener side of life, it often triggers emotions of hope and expectation. People get preyed upon, in the name of opportunity because nothing hurts like a missed opportunity. No one wants to live with regret, yet our lives are full of them. Ironic, isn’t it?

Somewhere on the internet, is a statement that goes something lik