BEFORE I DIE...
JUN 30, 24
Today is 6/30/2024. About 11 years ago, I started a list of goals. A bucket list. Eleven years flew by in the blink of an eye. In 11 years, I've only checked off 3 goals from that list. That was not a great use of time. Today, I'm starting over. I'm starting a new list. From today on, for the rest of my life, I want to spend every waking minute working towards accomplishing goals from the new list. That will be my purpose of life.
I have some memory of when I started the first list. It was senior year in college. I was 22. I was in my dorm. My dorm was a rectangle. I didn't have a roommate. There was a long desk. In front of the desk, there was a chair. To the left of the chair, over the left end of the long desk, there was a mirror. In front of the chair, over the approximate center of the long desk, there were shelves. To the right of the desk, there was a window. To the left of the desk, there was a closet. My bed was located behind the chair, against the other wall.
I cringed at my old list of goals. Some were silly. Like I wanted to ride in a submarine. I don't want to ride in a submarine. No, thank you. The younger me wanted to achieve certain goal because it sounded cool. Because everybody was doing it. Because it was something I thought I needed to accomplish. The me now has a clearer sense of who I am and is okay not being like everybody else.
I have some memory of when I started the first list. It was senior year in college. I was 22. I was in my dorm. My dorm was a rectangle. I didn't have a roommate. There was a long desk. In front of the desk, there was a chair. To the left of the chair, over the left end of the long desk, there was a mirror. In front of the chair, over the approximate center of the long desk, there were shelves. To the right of the desk, there was a window. To the left of the desk, there was a closet. My bed was located behind the chair, against the other wall.
I cringed at my old list of goals. Some were silly. Like I wanted to ride in a submarine. I don't want to ride in a submarine. No, thank you. The younger me wanted to achieve certain goal because it sounded cool. Because everybody was doing it. Because it was something I thought I needed to accomplish. The me now has a clearer sense of who I am and is okay not being like everybody else.
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