Bucket Lists, ie a list of stuff you want to do before you die, are popular at the moment. I look at them and wonder when people list “swim with dolphins” or “jump out of a plane” exactly what kind of hole jumping 10,000 feet into thin air is going to fill in their lives. How empty can a life be that swimming with fish is the pinnacle of achievement?
I seem to think very differently to the majority of people. I don’t understand sport for example. The current obsession with the Olympics baffles me. That someone would spend their lives training to the point of exhaustion to chuck a metal ball on a bit of string to see how far it will go. Or spend their lives running round and round and round a track in circles or chasing a ball of air up and down a pitch. It’s all just so……..pointless.
Someone posted a different kind of bucket list on Facebook recently, which at least has a bit more thought behind it but his bucket list seems like really hard work to me. It feels like a shed load of pressure to be perfect, instead of accepting our flaws and loving ourselves with all our imperfections.
I thought long and hard about what I would put on my bucket list and I couldn’t think of anything. That’s because I already do the things which bring me the greatest joy every day. I gaze into my adoring dog’s eyes and feel love so profound it makes me tearful. I get lost in nature with my camera, watching with fascination the soaring life of birds and the hard-working toil of insects. I marvel over the cycle of birth, life and death and watch with awe the changing faces of the seasons. I am appreciative of the food I eat and the warm bed I sleep in at night. I set myself challenges and goals every day, whether it’s to take a better photo, or write a paragraph of my book or to do something to help my parents, even when I don’t feel like doing any of it. I appreciate my friends and I try to be kind.
We in the developed world are so spoiled. We constantly seek out new thrills, new stuff to be bought, new horizons, new adventures…….and forget we already have everything that truly means anything.
If you wake up every morning with a passion for the day ahead, with gratitude at what you have not regret at what you don’t, and joy that you get to spend another day on this wonderful planet of ours then I’m not sure what else there is to a well lived life. My bucket is already full.
“Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.” Max Ehrmann, Desiderata.