A popular phrase lately is “bucket list.” This is a list of things we want to do before we kick the bucket. I do not like that term, bucket list, nor do I use it. To me, it is morbid. Not to you? Then, feel free.
Why do I refuse to make a bucket list? Because it speaks of finality and doom, as in, I’m going to do thus and so, or these are the places I want to visit, all before I die or kick the bucket. So, what do you do when you’ve crossed off everything on your list? Die? That’s not a lot of reward for accomplishment, is it? What if we just make lists of things we’d like to do, places we’d like to go and leave out that last phrase of finality? What if we want to visit the same place more than once or do the same thing over and over. How about replacing “bucket list” with “Fun List”?
I guess the term bucket list is supposed to be inspirational, as in, Times a-wastin’, better get a move on because life is short. If that works for you, that’s fine. But, as for me, nope. No buckets for me.
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