Some people say they would be bored not to work. Not to have a job, show up everyday, have a schedule. Not me. I could spend the rest of my life on exploration and self discovery. I'm sitting here listening to YouTube music (Sin City theme song) and was thinking I'd like to learn the guitar. Maybe its only a passing fancy, although all the best people can play a guitar. How cool would it be to pick one up and be a rock star. At least not in the grand showbiz sense.
So, maybe we should all work on a bucket list. In age terms I am fairly young but I can feel time creeping up and like most 99% of people I'm positive that I'll be incomplete when I die. So in a way would completing or at least working on a bucket list be as good as an accomplishment as any other. Gone are the days where a great engineer can create something for society. My math skills are not rooted enough to be a scientist nor my guitar skills good enough to be an artist. So what I have left then is a bucket list.
What seems to frustrate is what would I even do. I suppose traveling is an easy entry. Maybe focus on career? The song has sung on becoming a fireman or policeman. Surely I would never get elected to office but who would want to? Maybe become an actor? Seems if one were to have planned wisely as a teenager a person could achieve a position of immortality. Literally speaking anyone can be a policeman or fireman but its always someone else isn't it. That's why Cops TV is a hit. But alas I settled for being a commoner.
A bucket list for the commoner then. Get married have 2 1/2 kids, get a "decent" job, get 2 suv's on loans, bury oneself in deep debt, get divorced, loose house suv's and kids. But is that really an accomplishment? Maybe I'll just put happy on it. I'll find a drug pusher doctor and I'll live in a waking coma where ignorance of all things is bliss and sit on my lazyboy with a beer while thoughtlessly watching the Buffalo Bills on the tube. Maybe I'll create a blog and use valuable server space on meaningless drivel. Oh wait......
Is it possible I have been wrong about this? Is it possible that accomplishments and success are as empty as life is? We as individuals are biological accidents our parents conceived and as such it doesn't matter what we do or what happens. Instead of our system we have today, maybe we should change our economy to a bucket list one. Instead of GDP we will rate millions of check marks a hour or a day where each check mark is a accomplished bucket list item. All things we strive to do for our selves and others will be solely for the purpose of finishing bucket lists.
Sounds absurd? Not as absurd as what we do now. Whens the last time you did what you really wanted to do? Not just something easy and within the bounds of all the self imposed restrictions but doing something freely without worry of our mortgage or savings or worrying about our careers and living for the day. Everyone realises that tomorrow we may die. Or we might not even make it to 30 but we live and save for 110 for when we are old we can finally afford to die. I think what I'm really asking is what the fuck does it matter?! If you have an answer I'm more than happy to listen.
On a side note in a recent Cosmopolitan survey only 16% of women would give a year of their life for the perfect body. Really? I'd give a decade to be out of this broken one.
