I wonder what is bigger a truth of life, growing up or death? Death, is looked at with much more importance apparently. But we romanticize more with death than with growing up. Dementors in harry potter, the after life in the Egyptian after life, the sirens who suck it out of you, the Yamraj in the Hinduism.. we've overdone overdoing death. Haven't we?

Where as today, as I, for the first time in my life, after 24 years, feel that I am ACTUALLY growing up,
I am feeling like it is a  bigger change than death. Death is a change that you can't change and growing up  always leaves you with a chance.

The unknown, then, just like in all romantic relationships and their derivations, is applicably more attractive in all cases. Just because we don't know it, it becomes more intriguing, right? So what is more unique? The feeling I feel when I touch my lover's oh so known skin, or when I long to touch the skin of my grandfather who has passed away? I will never touch him again. But then it is also true that the excitement is much lesser in this touch, the touch of my lover. He reminds me of home coming.

Here I am mixing it all up in my mind again.. growing up, living, loving and death.

Boy! I don't even need to get intoxicated for this!