What am I living for?
I recently had a conversation with some friends. They were feeling old; one of them was soon to turn 30 and the other was pondering having his first child. Time was ticking on and he was beginning to ask himself if there were things he might never get the chance to do. It struck me really deep and I started to ask myself some tough questions.
What do I want to do before I die? What am I living for?
I have always been impressed by people who seize life by the horns and just enjoy it. The kind of people who see or think of something really fun and just do it. I am impressed by them because I am not one of them.
Do I enjoy living?
I tend to lean towards the serious side. People who seek out highs and then realise that thrills are not where it’s at say that the important things in life are the ones you work towards, put effort into, like family and a relationship with God. St. Paul says something like, ‘don’t get drunk on wine, get drunk on God’.
That’s me. I’m the person who sees through all that and goes for the serious stuff. But somewhere along the line I feel like my appreciation of more simple (?) pleasures has been impeded. It’s like I’ve matured too fast and skipped out the crazy youth part where you learn by experience not to drink too much and party too hard.
So what kind of stuff do I want to do before I die?
1) Climb more mountains
2) Meet Mr. Right (is that something I do, or something that happens..?)
3) Write a book (when the time is right)
Hm. What’s on your bucket list? What are you living for?