People ask me why?
Why did you start a bucket list?
Well, here is why. This is the entire reason for everything. There is a reason, a point, a purpose to just about anything in this world.
I hope this blog serves its purpose in collecting my most valued memories, sharing with those who would love to listen to my stories, and really inspire the ones who read to go on beyond their comfort zone and explore as if the world were their canvas and they are the artist. I hope to hear of people repeating my adventures and making some of their own with their loved ones. I just want to make a difference in someone else’s life, even if just a small one.
The every day routine of work and responsibility equates to a bully working to throw you into the rut of complacency. These two bullies team up on you to grind you down to a minuscule human being. You become a walking bare minimum of life at this point. That is one explanation as to how people become so stationary in their lives.
That’s what separates me and puts me into a separate box. When I get shoved into that rut without consent, I end up spending my day daydreaming of the places I want to be, the photographs I could be snapping at any given moment, and standing in front of any desired landmark across the world.
I become a ghost in life and feel as if I am just bonded to the dreary pulls of time and money. It is almost as if it were a clockwork world and I am just another gear in this life. Life isn’t meant to sit and collect dust. Life is meant to be yanked down from the shelf and all for the taking. Try to imagine a crystal clear fountain of ice cold water, on a hot summer evening. That is how you should be feeling about life. Drink it up and add that splash of refreshing adventure.
It all comes down to one thing. Life should be filled with passion and color.
It should be self-explanatory as to why the wanderlust strikes in me like the plague then I am onward in life. My gears start spinning and that is why I rely on goals. That is why I have to hold myself back from packing a bag for each member of my family, even doggy bags (in case you don’t know, that only consists of a husband and four fur babies), taking the next flight, and exploring the world as it was being offered to me. Each new experience, adrenaline rush, and piece of new land, as a platter of delicious entrees. Each country as another meal, each state as another salt shaker, each adventure as another glass of that refreshing water mentioned above.
In the end, you can have the latest and greatest technology, that fancy bathroom you remodeled last summer, or a brand new car. Or another option is that you can have all the memories in the world of yourself and the ones you cherish most, going on daring escapades, seeing breathtaking views, or just doing things you’ve always read about, talked about, and then actually crossing it off your list.
Or you can be one of those people who are able to do both, in your case, kudos to you. Most people have to choose between paths of life.
But this is about me and the path of my life, my feats with my short Puerto Rican, my bounty of lists that have to get done right now, and the things that simply make me smile. Most importantly, these are the things that make me jump out of that rut.
These are the things that make me feel alive.