“It was fated”, or “It was his or her time” is bullshit. How do you know it was fated or it was time? Balls. So, back to my question, how does one prepare for the eventual death of a loved one? I mean, is there such a thing? Would preparing for it make us live a little...

Traveling feeds knickknackery and you get to experience new lifestyle and cultures. To me, I live and breed travelling, hence the moniker, gallivanter, defined as wandering aimlessly in search pleasure. It fascinates me, seeing new places, people, cultures and it also an escapade away from...