Today, on my seventieth birthday, I am making my bucket list. However, I first want to write about my attitude towards my bucket list. My attitude is more important than the items on my list.

Kicking the bucket is slang for dying. A bucket list consists of things to do before life ends. It captures goals, dreams and aspirations. It implies that a life is not complete until all is accomplished. But I do not see it this way.

Life is uncertain and the time of our death is unknown and usually unknowable. Crossing items off a list does not delay the inevitable. It seems to me that a bucket list is, to some degree, a denial of death.

At this time I cannot imagine ever viewing my life as complete. I have many projects in progress and ideas for more in my mind. The time may come, as it has for my mother, when I have no motivation left to do much of anything. That is merely existing, not living. So while I am not driven by my bucket list, I have lots that I am interested in doing for many years to come, should I be so lucky.

In recent years I have been influenced by Buddhism. I now try to have no attachment to any of my goals although it would be nice to achieve some of them. The disruption caused by the current pandemic lays bare the foolishness of being attached to goals.

Below is my bucket list, in no particular order. My desire to accomplish items is greater for some than for others. But I am not interested in ranking them. They will happen when they happen, or not. Some items are very unlikely and I will not put much effort into them.