Write Club Prompt #2

Bucket List

Somewhere I have a vague notion of a bucket list. I’m not really the list kind of writer. More of a flaneur of life. To live is to be faced with an infinite list of possibilities. To make one decision is to trade off another. Pruning the tree of endless possibility into a life. To make a list and follow it is too methodical and slavish for my way of living.

Whenever I have made a list I found myself all to eager to forget it. Disregard the list and just get on with living one moment to the next. The best explanation I can give is that I don’t want my future self to be beholden to who I am in this moment.