There is a question that is very simple.
What do you want to do with your life?
I remember this question from back when I was a kid. The reason I remember is because there was a music video by a band called Twisted Sister.
(Remember them?)
In the song, the so-called parent shouted at his so-called son and asked, “What do you want to do with your life?”
Of course, since this was a music video, the so-called son answered, “I wanna rock!”
Category Archives: Prose From The Bucket List
Prose from the Bucket List – Dance with Me
And ah, there’s music.
And then, there’s the dance we do.
So, if you wouldn’t mind –
Dance with me please. But before you do, just know what this means before you say yes.
There’s a way to slow dance and hold someone close, at least I think there is.
I do this as if the lights shut off around the world and if I you close your eyes and pull this person in nice and close, you can place your lips at the side of their neck and smell the essence of their skin.
Well, at least this is from my perspective.
As for you – perhaps the neck would be yours.
I love this.
I love the idea of nice, long, slow dances in places like at an outdoor festival of a small, unknown town where everyone stops to say hello and the town feast is made of events, such as pie eating contests and bake sales that come with foods that are better eaten, right there on the spot, because everything is so good.
Prose from the Bucket List – Redemption
I will say that this entry comes with a basic, forewarning that while not everything in my life has been a scene of beauty, I can say that there is beauty. Even in my ugliness.
I mentioned the show RENT to you –
This was a play that became a movie which is significant to me because the reason for my focus on this is because there was a man who lived his entire life and died before seeing his opening day.
Could you imagine?
Prose from the Bucket List – It’s Time . . .
I will kindly ask you to forgive the sappiness of this entry. But yes, what I am about to offer is true and fit for this journal. While my aim is to be truthful, I understand that the purity of beauty and the honesty of wholesomeness (for some reason) can sting, like an old antiseptic to a cut or a scrape on the knee – sort of like what happened when we were sent to the nurse back when we were kids.
So far, there has been a common theme with my thoughts, such as “Do not go gentle,” as in, do not give in, or do not quit, don’t submit or give away your ground.
I find this theme to be simple, yet I understand the complications of the ideas which surround the times when I give up most or had the least amount of hope.
Do not go gentle. . .
That’s me, right now.
Prose from the Bucket List – To Dance and Be Alive
As I move through this new phase in my life and as I enter this new chapter of an unexplored version of me, I can see myself now, and perhaps I can see myself more clearly now more than ever. I understand where I am. From an introspective view, I know that I want to advance to a better level of awareness.
I want to find my place in the circle and create my station in life.
I want to see clearly. I want a world that is unobstructed or unobscured by the blurry distractions which I see in my daily life.
I want to open my eyes more and see more. But also, I want to live more and not be afraid of what I see. I want to do more and not worry about the pass or fail or the rate of success. To hell with swinging and missing, at least I swung. At least I stood up when no one else thought I could – including myself.
By the way, this has always been a common theme in all of my journals because, of course, I want to live a better life.
Who doesn’t?
Prose from the Bucket List – Use Your Words
I find myself on the verge of another morning. Yet I go back to old thoughts of mine and memories or moments of nostalgia. I suppose what I need to do most is understand my terms so that in order for me to accomplish my dreams, I have to understand the meaning behind my definition of strength.
I once wrote –
Prose from the Bucket List – Go At It
I saw someone use a quote on their social media page this morning.
The quote is from Confucius which says, “Wherever you go, go with all your heart.”
I think about this with regards to my life. I think about this with regards to my happiness or to the levels of which I have worked to either gain momentum or look to find a better ground. How often have I gone at it with all I have or all of my heart?
On the other side, how often have I gone cheap or weak and hoped for the best?
How many times have I quit or given up?
How many times did I do an injustice to myself by forgiving my personal laziness with excuses that rationalize my reasons why I failed myself?
These are good ideas to consider because . . .
Prose from the Bucket List – Without Changing a Thing
I remember the time I read about a day lived by Robert Fulghum. He said there was one day in his life that he wished he could relive, exactly as it was without any changes.
I read Fulghum’s words in his book, “All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten,” because the book was at The Old Man’s bedside when he was in the hospital way back in December of 1989.
The Old Man was at the end of his life and I was at the beginning of mine. However, I am at a turning point in my life now and looking back, I have discovered some incredible oversights and missed opportunities which I see glaring at me as if to have missed the obvious because I have hindsight. And hindsight is perfect.
Prose from the Bucket List – Day One
Everyone has a list or two. And the list can be simple or some can be more complicated.
Some can be like this list I have which I plan to attack throughout the length of this journal. Or, even beyond this, I have goals I want to achieve and places I want to see.
I have a bucket list, which is important to me.
I have a list of regrets too and to be clear, it is my intention to shorten this list and lengthen my list of accomplishments, one item at a time.
Prose from the Bucket List – Preface
It would only seem fair that since this is the start of a new journey for me, then it would only make sense to start this with a new journal as well.
The journal before this was personal. I admit this is true.
Then again, anything written from the heart or anything which is true to the soul is personal.
So, to be true to myself and true to my mission, I have to be true to my word as well.
As always, my aim is to speak to you.
This is why I write the way I do.
I want you to think and feel and see what I’m seeing.
I want to write as if I am talking to you, like two people would speak when no one else is around.
I write to you in the voice of a real person. I have not come here to satisfy the literary snobs or to please the grammar police nor am I here to compete with other writers or to act as some kind of flowery writer with all the cool pronouns.
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