Why do I do it?
People ask me why?
Why did you start a bucket list? But you’re not dying?
Well, here is why. Why does one’s life have to be ending in order to do all the things we’re put on this earth to do? 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. I want you to go on beyond your comfort zone and explore as if the world were your canvas and you 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.
Every day routines of work and responsibility is like a bully working effortlessly to throw you into a rut of complacency hour after hour. These bullies team up on you and bear down on your soul, grinding 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. But you’re so much more than that.
That’s what separates me and puts me into a separate life box. When I get shoved into that rut rudely without consent, I always find myself daydreaming of the places I want to be, the photographs I could be taking, 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. I become a shell of my bright, shining self. 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 your taking. Can you 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 go for it. 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, taking the next flight to wherever, 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 just waiting for me. Each country as another meal, each state the salt shaker, each adventure as a glass of that refreshing water mentioned above.
In the end you can have the latest and greatest technology, your fancy bathroom you remodeled last summer, or a brand new car. Or 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. You can have the mountains and the glaciers. You can have the world, my darling.
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 man, with the tiny human we made, 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.