Once upon a time, I had a fixed bucket list. Of things I had better see or do before I die. But one day when I looked at it, I realised I was pretty much flying blind. I realised a fixed list is a pretty bad idea. You see, the things it had only fit into one broad bucket— The things I already knew I wanted to do. But what about the things I didn’t know about yet? Or even what I didn’t know about myself as yet? Today, this list is sort of an unfinished road map, Filled in ever so slightly,
But even more exciting, the yet-to-be-filled gaps.
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