I have somehow misplaced all my bucket list items. There is no reward offered for them. You can keep them if you find them. I have been working on a new list of things to do before I die. It's short. Not because I think I will die soon, although there is always that possibility. Not because I sell myself short, although I have done that at times. Not because I lack imagination or don't dare to dream or have caved in to my fears. No, it's short because I have come to that fork in the road where I must make a decision which way to go. Down one path are endless desires and wants and needs, ceaseless dream chasing, relentless restlessness and craving for more. I have been on that road and I have tired of it. Besides, it just keeps leading me back to this same fork in the road.
I don't really know where the other path leads. Oh, some will tell you they know where it leads. They tell you all about it, give sermons, write books about it, give you guidance and pointers and tips to help you on your journey. But no one knows. Not really. Nobody knows anything. I can no longer resist the unfathomable pull of that mysterious path because I have come close enough to it to know that it is permeated by, absolutely saturated with what I can only call Love, yet the full expression of its atmosphere could never be contained in something so flimsy as a word.
The new bucket list is short and simple. But it feels right. It feels so right.
1. Take the Other Path and go wherever it leads me.
2. Pay attention to whatever is in front of me at every moment.
3. When given a choice always choose Love.