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^Really, I want to see all of Scandinavia.
I should have just changed it to say that! :D
I should have just changed it to say that! :D
For now my list basically consists of travel.
To Visit List:
- Spain
- Portugal
- Germany
- Sweden
- Norway
- Estonia Check
- Russia
- Costa Rica (Again)
- Dominican Republic (Again)
- Australia
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- drink ayahuasca
Okay, so I want to go to the Scandinavian and Nordic countries![]()
Here’s a warning about completing bucket lists I hope people will find philosophically interesting, instructive, or at least amusing:
NSFW:I have a very odd bucket-list related problem. It’s a problem that I’m sure a lot of people think they wish they had, but if they only knew they wouldn’t. I’m 31 and I’ve pretty much completed my bucket list. I don't mean to brag so much as provide an illustrative warning with this. Other than wing suit base jumping and tripping in zero gravity I don’t know what else I’d really add and those aren’t enough. Now the only thing I want is to be able to want, to find justification for an ambition towards something new. But nothing feels remotely as natural or compelling as what I’ve already done, nothing feels as novel, and careers feel like a contrivance of history and economics more than callings. It’s suffocating, like being both lost and immobile, yet having all the provisions to survive, with nothing of consequence happening to me and nothing concrete being yearned for – like wanting to decay in a sterile vacuum.
I didn’t cheat and nearly complete my bucket list by age 30 because I just aimed low or something. Here’s the bucket list type stuff I’ve done:
So now I get the impression I should have died years ago because I’ve lived the life I wanted and there’s nowhere to go. Don't want babies, the obvious next step, so I find myself the most ironic kind of loser. All choices about what to do are unrecognized yet are felt as perfectly equidistant from me, suspended in an edgeless void and pulling me towards them with equal gravity. It’s paralytic freedom. I don’t feel any emotion about it, just some vague yet somehow intense impression of stagnation. I don't really feel bad or anything, just spiritually frustrated. So be warned about completing everything on your list too fast. I spent my 20s doing everything one might imagine might have sparked the fuel for the rest of a life to no avail. If I made a mistake I don’t know what it was. Perhaps the mistake was doing my best to make what deeply and honestly felt to be broadly the right choices. How does one start now from that? Make a wrong frivolous choice? Should I go wave my dick at traffic?
Seize the day and all that shit. You certainly won't regret doing everything you want. It's no tragedy to end up like me, but know if you burn through all your desires maybe all you'll see in front of you is smoke.