The Bucket List

Lying there on one’s deathbed,

Breathing one’s last breaths

Many thoughts swirl through one’s minds

All the dreams and desires one had and wanted to accomplish in one’s life

Lying there on one’s deathbed,

One regrets not fulfilling all those dreams and desires

Burning inside him so badly,

Pushing one, urging one, to do what they loved and not be restricted

By one’s financial status, pressure from others, mental limitations and worries

Lying there on one’s deathbed

One wishes so badly he had achieved all he wanted to from life

Instead of doing the same, boring thing again and again

Working in jobs one was never interested in

Loving and spending time with people whom one never enjoyed being with

Doing things out of compulsion or fear or social pressure, which was thought was unnecessary

One could have made his life so eventful, so fulfilling, so beautiful

One could have

Climbed mountains

Dived deep in the sea

Trekked through forests and grasslands

Written books, songs, articles

Painted pictures, played instruments, directed films

Played all the sports one had loved to when one was a kid

Visited islands, oceans, deserts, savannas-

Experienced all the beautiful things mother nature had to offer

Lying there on his deathbed,

He regrets wasting his own life,

Not making the most from his time spent on earth,

Wishes to start over once again, afresh

Properly this time