We're all dying. Whether it's Armageddon, a sudden heart attack, a chronic illness, or just the long slow march to the grave, the mortality rate of the human race has been roughly 100% and we will not be the exception that justifies the "roughly," unless we do an Enoch, an Elijah, or a King Arthur -- and let's face it, what are the chances? Still, if it's any consolation, if you're reading this, you're unlikely to have kicked the bucket yet, and that's something.
To paraphrase Kevin Welch, there will be two dates on our tombstone, but all that's gonna matter is that little dash in between.
This bucket list is courtesy of AnaKat, CebuMD, JA, Atep, Brian, Remo, Chin and myself. The song Live Like You Were Dying is by Tim McGraw. Mel provides the necessary caveat: bucket lists, when we rely on them to give meaning to our existence, can become a source of disillusionment.
I think the greater part of happiness does rely on our contentment with who we are and what we have. Our dreams, on the other hand, are the wings with which we soar to new heights. They are the icing on an already delicious cake, so to speak. Will we be happier for having gone skydiving? Perhaps; perhaps not. But I'd still like to try.
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If I had more time, I would have written this sooner. ^_^
This is the 2nd edition of the 2nd season of The Blog Rounds: Voice of The Filipino Doctor.