My Bucket list
So I was thinking the other day about how there is so much I want to do. I had a long philosophical talk with my pen friend about it too. I have always wanted to strike off everything off my bucket list. I have had a few opportunities which I grew aware of only after they went by.
When I talk to people about this, they either ask me to come back to reality or just ask me to grow up. I can do neither. I am 18 years old now and a freshman. All I can see is that after I graduate from college I’ll be an engineer. I’ll get a job and pursue a postgraduate degree. I cannot help but wonder…
Is this how it was meant to be? Is this how my life will be? So monotonous?
The very next moment I hear a voice in the back of my head.
No you numbskull! If you have the audacity to worry about your precious bucket list, have the guts to act on it too.
That voice is what drives me to work harder and harder. I realised how much that one small list means to me. Somehow, I know that I still sound naive but it’s ironic how the little things suddenly seem like they are the big things.