Burning the list

I spent this weekend trying to come up with an arbitrary list of 40 life goals to achieve before I turn 40.

I wasn’t successful.

A list of goals is meaningless. There is no value. I won’t be the same person in a year, let alone six. Everything left unfulfilled by the time I turn 40 will feel like a failure, even if I decide to cut it from the list.

I keep coming back to a beautiful line from Passion of the Nerd’s Wild at Heart essay.

But life articulated falls somewhere on a spectrum between pull tab to open, and poetry.

I don’t want to spend my life marking items from my to-do list.

I want to live it.

One thought on “Burning the list

  1. Well said. Fill your life with adventure and don’t worry about the past. It’s gone and there is nothing anyone can do about it.

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