Wanderlust

A friend asked me, “Where do you wanna go?”

“Everywhere,” I replied. “I want to go everywhere and see everything.”

Two or three years ago, I started writing  a bucket list. I Don’t know why I did or what got into me, but I did it anyway. Maybe it’s because of the realization that nothing lasts/lives forever so might as well do what you can today.

That list, amounted to about a hundred items I think.

Another friend of mine asked, “Why are you guys looking at bucket lists? Are you going to die?”

“We’re all going to die,” I told him.

Then he said, after claiming that he is an immortal, “I only have three things in my bucket list: 1)To live happy, 2)to die happy, 3)to make others happy.”

I looked at him and said: “that’s a good list.”

My bucket list has been trimmed down ever since. Not because I was able to do a few things that I crossed themoff of my list. It’s just that, my priorities and dreams and aspirations shifted over the years. So far, my list consists of:

1.       Travel everywhere

2.       Climb a mountain

3.       Bungee jumping and/or skydiving

4.       Learn a language (Italian)

5.       Get a tattoo. I’m still contemplating on the design but I already have most of it figured out.

6.       To live

I want to live. I want to climb mountains and cross seas. I want to go to museums,art exhibits, music festivals and film screenings and libraries. I want to marvel at how those people were able to express themselves in such vivid ways. I want to see the wild life! I want to see the sun rise and set without worrying about later or tomorrow. I want to…god! I want to live!

I want to be in perpetual awe of this world and the people in it. I want to be dauntless enough to see the great perhaps. I want to always have this zest, this passion for life, this wanderlust. And I want to be able to write it as it happens.