so we all know what the term means right? A list of things youd love to do before you, so to speak, kick the bucket- die. cop it. depart the world of the living and go wherever your belief's take you (or come right back, eventually, or immediately)...
the strangest thing is, time is running out. human beings have the most curious ability to completely detach ourselves from the truth of our mortality, for if we were to constantly ponder this fact, we might not be able to live at all. there would be interminable riots, worldwide depression. I love the way we are able to forget, that we only have a certain number of years left. And judging by the ratio of the fragility of the human body against the ever complicated world we keep building outside of ourselves, that number of years becomes ever more unpredictable...
coming back to the bucket list- does it even really make sense to make a list anyway? every day we think of things, and a flashpan thought in our mind goes something like, "someday...someday i'm going to buy a home in italy"...or 'someday, im going to have the courage to sing on a stage"...or even, "someday, I really want to cut my hair short"...but do those, somedays ever come? does life hand you a warning before it runs out on you...nope.
so death is unpredictable. and it isnt possible to dump your structured life to go chasing after the things you wish you could do before the curtains close. but maybe you should sit down and make a list anyway...do what you can, when you can. because 'someday' isnt going to get here unless you make it happen.
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