I have never asked people around if they have a bucket list. My family, my friends, some distant relatives and random mates…all of them look so busy and pressed by their daily issues. I have never been able to see any dreamers who surround me. You know what I am talking about – that short or endless list of goals and targets, you should accomplish before…going to the college, before getting 40, before getting married or after, together with your soul mate…
As a very spontaneous person, I was quite hesitant about the bucket list need and its direct influence to life. I am almost 45, with my ups and downs, also with the clear vision all my achievements and success so far have been result of the choices I’ve made, combined by hard work. So the thought to sit and write a bucket list looked to me not a priority. Being a practical person I thought I could survive without.
Well…people say: “Never say never!” for a reason. I bought a new apartment three years ago but have not lived in, as I left to Qatar and spent more less all those years working there. Now coming back, I started opening all boxes, collected in the basement with the idea to set up and organise the space, to prepare my dream home for my upcoming days. And what I found in one of those boxes? Correct – a bucket list.
I was speechless. Zero memories how and why it has been written, but no doubt, it was my hand writing and definitely my deeply hidden dreams. Having in mind the blank the bucket list was written on, it must have been created about …eight years ago. It happens sometimes while I am inspired, I do things which usually last for a short time, capable to forget them after my inspiration is already gone. In a few words – I quickly lose interest. Then I need another challenge to keep me going on. Probably it’s the case with my surprisingly found bucket list, which I was not able to recall at all. But this is not the end of the story.
I just sat on the floor, reading the writing inside and ready to start laughing over my younger thoughts and drama. Then my well prepared smile got suddenly frozen, seeing the order and the content. Nearly 70 % of that bucket list content were destinations. But what’s more impressive eight years later I have already visited most of them. Surprisingly, the bucket list was starting with: Dubai, Qatar, Caribbean, Central Africa, USA, Maldives, Seychelles, India, Scotland, Morocco… I realised I have been everywhere from my bucket list except Australia, New Zealand and Tahiti.
In fact I have lived in Qatar, have visited several times Dubai, traveled to Scotland to meet my sons, who studied there, just came back from Rwanda, flew to Barbados in June and to New York in March, the previous year have been to Morocco and not so far to Sri Lanka, which is more less India….my chin fell down….how that’s possible and is it a kind of magic?
Apart of all those countries, one of the point in my bucket list was to travel Europe by car, with no plan and bookings in advance. OMG, this has been done a few years ago as well.
Next point, written eight years ago was : ” to buy my own home, where I can settle forever”. As I have mentioned above, I bought my first own home just three years ago, living the previous 25 years in rented flats. What makes it unbelievable are specifications about that special dream: “top floor, short new building, huge terrace with a nice view, own character, far from the crowd”. I swear I just bought the same – 4-th top floor with a huge terrace facing the mountain, very quiet quarter.
Going ahead through the next points:
1.To grow long hair – √ checked
2.To drive a brand new and safe car – √ checked
3.To provide education for my kids abroad – √ checked
4.To be able to help my family financially – √ checked
5.To learn and speak at least 4/5 foreign languages – √ checked
6. To find my proper sport activity which will inspire me – √ checked
I should admit generally I am a distrustful person, very careful about the people and stuff I am letting get closer. I would like very much to just belittle this bucket list, but I feel like I should shut my mouth. I have no any reasonable explanation how the dreams created eight years ago on paper came true and there are not so many left to be achieved. In fact just “two weeks ocean cruise” and “a four bedroom beach front house” remain in my old bucket list not accomplished. But hey, I am still alive 🙂
Never lose courage
Now my doubts about the magic power of the bucket list have been seriously shaken. I do believe I have written all my dreams down with such an inspiration and fate, that they have started step by step and point by point their completion. The fact that I can’t even remember my eight year old writing, doesn’t change the reality and doesn’t prevent me of being shocked how that magic worked out. It actually reminded me the time when I was an insecure teenager who has the desire to travel the world, but has never told anyone, as those bold dreams looked that time so unreachable. It sounds probably funny, but the sudden discovery of that bucket list empowered my fate, strengthened the confidence in my skills and transformed me into a dreamer again. Now, it’s clear to me I’ll keep going on, even not being sure how the rest of the bucket list would be accomplished. But if it’s written down there I’ll get it done. One day, before I am too old to move.