Remember the movie ‘The Bucketlist’ with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson?
Well, that movie kinda changed my life. I know it sounds all dramatic, but I’m easily impressed in life. Like really…
You know, when you’re 25, single, unexperienced in life and career; when your high moments are when your mum makes your favorite lasagne, and you hit a new low when your korean drama has not been translated yet; well, that is when you start to question your life. What am I doing with my life?
I always had one clear goal in life. Buying my dream house, decorating and renovating it as I want it, aka Alice-In-Wonderland meets city chic and making cookies every Sunday.
But what do you do once you get to that? And what do you in the meantime? (Note to self: this is already a very hard goal to reach. Face it girl, on your own it will be a hard and rocky road- no pressure…)
While every young person is following the YOLO-trend, I feel like I’m staying behind. Does this mean that I am not living life to the fullest? If I would get the you-have-one-more-week-to-live, would I look back on your life as succesful?
But what is a succesful life? Is it jumping out of a plane, is it having travelled the world or doing a threesome,…? Is this what I really want to do, or is it society that makes me believe that these are the things I want to do?
At one point, I would look back on my life as partly successful. I have loved my family to the most every day, which is super important to me, but on the other hand, have I really done everything I wanted? Not everyone should want to jump out of a plane, right? That is not wat every bucketlist should look like.
My first bucketlist started out innocently. I was in my last year of university and after living in Ghent for 3 years, I hadn’t done anything special. No wild parties, no spontaneous one-night-stands, nothing out of my comfort zone, really. I was freaking out. I had wasted all this time. So in my last semester, I made up a list. Nothing big, just a small list of things I wanted to do before my college years were over.
And I did it.
Every little thing. And it felt so satisfying. What had I been so afraid of? The unknown is scary, but once you get over that step, it feels so liberating. That is why I decided to continue my bucket list-experience. That doesn’t mean that I have to do something major every week (that sh*t is expensive) One can find satisfaction in little things as well. Like giving a complete stranger a sincere compliment or saying hello to that nice old man you meet every morning going to work.
I have to admit, a bucketlist is a work in progress. You can’t just make one on a lonely drunk Saturday evening when you’re contemplating your pathetic life. These things need to come along. That is why I started out slowly, but big at the same time.
First stop: getting a tattoo.