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I don't understand the concept of death. One minute you're alive and kicking and the next you're not there. You're gone. I don't get it. Where do you go when this happens. How come all this intellect and wisdom just disappear into nothingness. They put that person that you lived you're whole life with into the cold ground. Just like that. Gone.

I don't get it. Why does God create us and make us love so much only to rip us apart and leave us with a gaping hole where our hearts used to be.

Recently, I had the privilege to sit beside a wise woman that understood life and death in a way I can't. She said that there are so many levels to life. Death is just one of those levels. It's only when the "spaceship" that's our bodies break down and can't withhold our souls, that our souls can't remain on earth anymore, they travel back to their original place. Just like how we can't go up in space without a space suit or a continuous oxygen supply that's like our souls, it lives in this human form.
But where does it go after. Wouldn't it get scared.

Where is grandpa? Where did he go. Is he scared? How can I talk to him, I want to tell him how much I love and miss him.

Dad once said, a man is always a child until one of his parents die, for then all of a sudden he will grow old beyond his years and he'll become aged and gray.

A part of me has died today. It will never be the same again.

Jiddo, wherever you are, I will always remember the last words you spoke to me. It was like yesterday and I will always remember it like it was yesterday.
But I will keep those words a secret. Forever.

Good things rarely last

So my England trip is over, and it went so much better than I had expected, from meeting my Torontonian friend to finally getting to see my cousin who is now married! Aaah it was amazing fun!

Even though I managed to somehow go to Sheffield 4 times in 3 consecutive days, I did NOT get to see the Arctic Monkeys, I kept my eyes open the whole time.

Things I learned in the past two weeks include the term winsest (from Josh) and bonfire night, Englands own independence day, only they celebrate a man who tried to bomb the houses of parliament, (kind of celebrating a pyromaniac if you ask me) which was massive fun. The night skies were alit and the live band were almost mesmerizing, the cold night felt warm standinh by the best of people. Especially the John-sledding part, a guy who has the rare talent and ability to flirt with almost anyone.

Also, I got to learn how to cook proper food. And I enjoyed it.

Back to old cold Canada. So effing excited.....

Trains

It's not hard to believe that JK Rowling got the original idea to write Harry Potter while she was on the train. I see that now. I'm on the train to Edinburgh and I feel like a wizard going to Hogwarts up in the north.
These trains, they make you think long about life. Staring out the window and there is never ending portraits of scenery and green grass. As far as your eyes can take you.
I've never been so lost as to where I am but I've never felt so much at home.
All this land has been transformed into fields and if your lucky, you can spot little bits of cloud floating on the ground, up close they're only sheep.

I have this need to get away, I have this need to discover something, explore the untapped.

My home is the world. I can't be confined to one single piece of land, especially when there is so much out there.

Well that's all from my side. Catch y'all later peeps.