A coincidence
After traveling in Europe for a few months I return back to Asian.
First stop Singapore- The coincidence
The most expensive hotel in Singapore which I did not stay.
I have been using couch surfing while I was traveling in Europe, so after I landed in Singapore I was using the apps to find some event to go. And I received an interview invitation with a guy, who has a website about all the traveler who he had interviewed. All the interviewee need to answer one question which is what they want to do before they die.
I saw the invitation I though it was interesting and I really have no plan and no where to go, so I said yes. I did not expect anything actually before that night I really did not know what I want to do before I die. I went to the interview unprepared and clueless, in my mind it just going to be a random chat.
I met him on the first night at a out door food court
we were both able to speak Chinese but we talk in English (haha)
We introduced ourselves and he told me why he started this blog.
He used to be a free bird a true free spirit. As his early twenties he had already been to all the continents, I was shocked. I was more shocked when he told me he travelled to all this countries by couch surfing or bag packing. I admired him -the courage he has, I can’t imagine. He told me someday when he can’t find a host he would sleep in some 24 hours fast food restaurant or sleep on the street. I was enjoying all the adventure stories of his, and I asked him why he stopped travelling what happened?
His parents wanted him to stay in Singapore and get a stable job, so now he works in finance. He started the blog to interview people their death wishes to bring a little fun for his boring daily life.
And I was lucky enough to meet him. I think we were like two traveller sharing stories, and it got funnier when he told me about the experience in India which he had to brush his teeth in Ganges River, and there was a guy taking his number two less than a meter away from him. I told him the woman disgrace speech that I occasionally and forcefully got in in Italy, the Italian guy was so mad and had a speech over why woman have to have menstruation every month. Endless talk sharing wonderful travel experience.
little India
Then he asked me the last question what is my death wish?
Honestly I don’t know
At the age of 23 I already though of death, like it suddenly popped in my mind. I could still remember the feelings and the surrounding when I have the idea that this is it. My head was blank I was thinking about nobody, it was not a depression it was not sad more likely a relieved in a good way- like I want to tap my shoulder and say I have a good run I did good kind of feelings. It is complicated to explain, but I would alway remember that moment, a forever mystery. I think this idea is weirdly romantic something happened and it stayed at 23, after that I keep living (Don’t freak out I am not gonna kill myself, I am just weird)
But I answered him I want to be a children book author before I die.
Using the most gentle words and whimsical drawing, to creat a story to keep the innocent in us.
This is something I want to do before I leave this world. Leave the world a kind and weird story book isn’t it a romantic idea.
