“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” (LOTR)
In the 2007 film, “The Bucket List,” two men with terminal cancer go on a road trip to fulfill their last wishes before they “kick the bucket.” Their lists include such items as: laugh till I cry, get a tattoo, kiss the most beautiful girl in the world, skydive, see Rome….
Ever since the film came out it’s been fashionable in LA to create “bucket lists,” and it’s still a fairly common practice to reference a bucket list when unusual things are attempted or completed. Recently, I called a girlfriend on her cell phone and unexpectedly found her in Buenos Aires at a tango club. “Tango in Argentina” was on her bucket list.
Climbing Kilimanjaro? It’s on the bucket list.
Surfing Oahu’s North Shore in January? It’s on the bucket list. Skiing the mountains of Chile? On the list.
Even High School students have bucket lists in Los Angeles. Movie marathon weekend on the hi-def flat-screen TV, in Mom and Dad’s Media Room? …bucket list.
To be honest, I don’t like these lists. The general assumption is that such lists are fun and fulfilling but the lists have no purpose outside material/personal gratification. They are all activity, no soul and despite the personal pleasure inherent in a wish list, “bucket lists” evoke drudgery for me. No sense of wonder, Mystery or Divine Providence, bucket lists are devoid of God, the invention of a secular, godless culture.