Jay Walljasper | November 6, 2020
I paid little attention when the phrase “bucket list” drifted into everyone’s vocabulary, thanks to a 2007 movie of that name starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman.
I was in the prime of middle age, busy raising a teenage son and working for a startup based in Rotterdam. The idea of cataloging everything I must absolutely, positively achieve before kicking the bucket seemed pointless.
Too much was happening right in front me to worry about not seeing the Taj Mahal, driving a ’65 Mustang or eating at a celebrated French restaurant, as a character in the film dreams about.
But as the years pass, things change — children leave home, businesses falter, new aches erupt as a reminder we can’t keep going at the same pace forever. I eventually recognized that everyone — yes, even me — comes into this world with an expiration date.
My first, albeit unconscious, acknowledgment of mortality was the day I spotted a copy of 1,000 Places to See Before You Die on the discount table outside a used bookshop. Why not? It was only two bucks.
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