Bucket List (Flashback to 2013, again)
Reviewing that one, and it sucked, it wasn’t as bad as the ones that would follow for a few years.
That said, the answer I gave then is still where I am — “I don’t have one.”
Is there an aspirational nature to the question, maybe?
I need to do these things before I die.
And if you don’t?
Maybe it’s a follow-up, and I’ll call it “lazy,” to the sorts of lists you’re supposed to put together as a young person.
But if everyone you encounter thinks you’re an asshole, what does it matter?
I do know that there’s people who’ll miss me, and that there’s very few people around who won’t communicate with me.
So, maybe there’s only one things in my list — be the sort of person someone, maybe several, will miss.
That’s pretty dark, but it’s where I am with it.
A decade ago, I wrote something about wanting to see Halleys Comet again.
At this point, in my current condition, and the prognosis for me physically, 2061 seems like a stretch.
A visit with extended family yesterday drives that home even more.
The 2013 post was probably about the time that I’d really come to terms with my limited mortality.
So it goes. So shall I.