Existential crisis? I really don’t have time for this.

Same.

(Warning:

• Reflecting on life
• High on a headache numbing pain killer, so this time the ‘babble’ tag definitely fits
  
• Dan Howell loving)

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An existential crisis is the moment when an individual questions the very foundation of their life; and whether or not their life has any meaning, purpose, or value.

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This is obviously off to a great start. I could think of so many better things to rant about, but right now I’m going with this, because my mind occasionally despises me.

There are many things that result in me looking like this from time to time.

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Balance

I’d love to be lost somewhere beautiful

(WARNING:

• A whole lot of wishful thinking
• Nostalgia
• As always, cozy up.)

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It’s impossible to not love traveling

Human beings are curious creatures, and that curiosity translates into exploration. Being an explorer is, in my opinion, a most interesting way to live. What’s better than having ‘travels the world and discovers a new life everyday’ in your Twitter/Instagram/What’sIt’sName’s description bio? Nothing.

About

wannabe writer*

WHO IS THIS WOMAN?? BORED, CRAZY, HYPERACTIVE, OR JUST MISUNDERSTOOD?

Yashasvi Bansal is an accounting student, who, while trying to make most of her ‘free’ time, took up blogging and she writes about her love for everything and anything that catches her fancy.

That’s enough of me talking about myself in the third person.

Do you remember the first time you tasted chocolate?

What about the first time you saw the moon from a different corner of the world, and loved it just a little bit more? Never mind that, let’s get to the food.

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(Warning:

• A food/love/food love filled paragraph ahead
• Graphic food porn and gifs) 

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Because sometimes, to love, is to be. At least when it comes to food and travel.

It is with a large amount of apprehension, that I, pessimist and cynic extraordinaire among all my family and friends, find myself writing an article about my love for something. Usually it’s either hate, or misery, or derision, or awe, or all(which is my favorite).

But something magical happens every once in a while, when instead of facing the world with my God gifted Resting Bitch Face, I face it with a smile. (underlined rhyme, because I’m a poet now, apparently)