I don't really have a bucket list, but my fucket list is over a mile long!
As I grow older I realize that my priorities have changed. I've come to the conclusion that my Galaxy Class Starship may just have to be put on hold. I realize that ironing the wrinkles out of my shirts isn't a must do anymore (besides they kinda go away when you wear them anyhow, all by themselves). I realize that traveling the world in a single bound, probably isn't gonna happen. I've come to the conclusion or rather realization that life is a compromise. Moreover, I now realize that life doesn't really need that much fixing, it does fine all by itself, just like my wrinkled shirts. You see, the older I get the more I realize it really isn't about what you have, whom you've had, or where you've been. At the end of the day, I've become more aware that life is simply about being thankful.
Just the other day I was looking out my window as "Mini" my kitten, was playing in the yard and just having a blast. She was running up and down, from side to side, in a frantic frenzy, chasing something. Just what I couldn't quite say. Whatever it was it must have been putting up quite a fight as Mini tore the place up. Finally, after what seemed a long time, she pounced on her little victim and lay there with what I swear was a smile from whisker to whisker. Curiously, I approached her, just to see what had given her so much joy in the chase. When I looked down at her to see, I was surprised to find nothing more than a tiny small, brown, dried up dead leaf. Then she looked up at me as if to say, "These dumb humans, they just don't get it. All you have to do is be thankful for what you already have to be happy. Them and their stupid bucket lists, awe just fucket, they may as well just go ahead and kick that stupid old bucket."