Why is the list of all the places you want to see, or all of the experiences you’d like to have in your life, called a Bucket List?
I mean, a bucket list implies you have a deadline on your life and you have to check all these places off your list before an untimely demise.
I hate that idea.
But it’s a question I have been asking myself for a while. I’m not dying but I have a bucket list.
Recently, while having a chat online with my best friend (she lives in England), she brought this up:
“Isn’t it more the list of what makes you feel alive?”
It’s what gets you excited about life.
It’s what makes you participate.
It’s the list of the all the things you want to do to make your life matter.
But is it really a list? Is it really things that should be checked off with a ‘yep, been there, done that!”
Because it’s what you dream about. It’s what you live for. It’s creating the chapters of your life that make it a damn interesting book.
So, from here on out, we’re calling what used to be our “Bucket List”:
Our “LIVING LIST”
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