I never asked the people around me if they follow any bucket list. My family, my friends, some distant relatives and random mates…all of them look so busy and loaded by daily issues. I was not able to see dreamers in my environment. You know what I am talking about – that short or longer list of goals and targets, you should accomplish before…going to the college, before turning 40, before getting married, before having kids, and the most radical and large one – before die.
As a very spontaneous person, I was quite suspicious about the bucket lists and their direct influence to life. I am almost 45, with my ups and downs, with a clear vision of all my achievements so far. They all came as a result of the choices I made, combined with some hard work. So, the thought to sit and write a bucket list did not look to me as a priority. Being also a practical person, I thought I could survive without.
Well…people say: “Never say never!” for a reason. I bought an apartment three years ago, but did not live in, as I left to Qatar and spent years working there. Now, coming back, I started opening all boxes, stored in the basement long ago. The idea was 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 memory how and why it has been written. No doubt, it was my hand writing and definitely my deeply hidden dreams. Having in mind the blank the bucket list was written at, it must have been created about …eight years ago. It happens sometimes. When I am inspired, I do things which last for a short time. Then I am capable to forget them, after my inspiration was already gone. Briefly said, I 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 content and ready to start laughing over my younger thoughts and drama. Then my well prepared smile got suddenly frozen, passing through the subjects. Nearly 70 % of that bucket list were destinations. But what’s more impressive, eight years later, I had already visited most of them. Surprisingly, the bucket list was starting with: Dubai, Qatar, Caribbean, Central Africa, the USA, Maldives, Seychelles, India, Scotland, Morocco… I realised, I have already been everywhere from this bucket list, except Australia, New Zealand and Tahiti.
In fact I lived in Qatar, visited several times Dubai, traveled to Scotland to meet my sons, who studied there, just came back from Rwanda. I flew to Barbados in June and to New York in March. The previous year I was in Morocco and not so long ago in Sri Lanka, which is more less India….my chin fell down….how that’s possible and was it kind of a magic? Apart of all those destinations, one of the points in my bucket list was a road trip in Europe, with no plan and bookings in advance. OMG, this was done a few years ago as well.
Next point, written eight years ago was : “to buy my own home, where I can settle”. As I mentioned above, I bought my first own home three years ago, living the previous 25 years in rented flats. What makes it unbelievable is the list of specifications. related to that particular dream: “top floor, new building, huge terrace with a nice view, own spirit, far from the crowd”. I swear, I just bought the same – 4th top floor with a huge terrace facing the mountains, in a very quiet suburb.
Going through the next points:
1.To grow long hair – √ checked
2.To drive a brand new safe car – √ checked
3.To provide my kids education 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 to inspire me – √ checked
I should admit, in general, I am quite distrustful person, very selective about people and stuff, I let get closer. I would prefer to just belittle this bucket list, but passing through, I feel it’s time to shut my mouth. I have no any reasonable explanation how the dreams, built in a structured list eight years ago on this paper, finally came true. In fact, only “two week ocean cruise” and “a four bedroom beach front house” remain not accomplished. But hey, I still have time.
Never lose courage
Now my doubts about the magic power of the bucket list were seriously shaken. I do believe my dreams were written down with such an inspiration and faith, that they started reasonably their completion step by step. The fact 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 was impatient to travel the world. That desire has never been shared with anyone. At that time, my dreams looked too bold unreachable. It sounds probably funny, but the sudden discovery of that bucket list empowered my faith, strengthened the confidence in my skills and turned me into a dreamer again. 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, then I’ll get it done. One day, before I am too old to move.