Operation Pail Agenda

    I personally think that arranging a list of things that you promise yourself you will do do before you reach your inevitable and most likely untimely demise is a bit frivolous and unnecessarily farsighted. In fact the very nature of a bucket list-planning things out that you want to do but have never been impulsive enough to-kills the very impulsive nature inside yourself you should instead be trying to nurture if you ever wish to do the insane things you claim. However, I am all about making grandiose and highfalutin' plans for the future and i have several things that I someday hope to scratch of of some sort of list, whether it be physical, metaphysical, or bucketful.
     I hope to someday sometime build a house, preferably of rough-hewn, self-cut timber, and then proceed to live in that house. I would like to see some sort of end to mankind, some retribution for our transgressions against mother earth, Something to really make all of us who consume so much sorry. If'n this does happen, some catastrophic melting of the ice caps or a massive economic crisis left in the wake of dried up oil wells, I wish to commandeer one of the many, many rotting, decommissioned battleships of the United States Navy which proliferate in our countries many ill-guarded naval graveyards. Also if I could build a bi-plane, A family friend of mine did that once, incredible guy.
     I want to have a son. And I want to raise him right. I want him to have the childhood of rolling around in verdant pastures and wrestling with other boys in creek beds and stealing candied fruit from the cellar on cool spring nights. I want to give my child everything I ever wanted, want him to grow up untainted by the world, a wholesome and magnificent youth. The truth is that a daughter would be swell too, but i'd just be so damn scared of not being enough for her that maybe i couldn't do it, or couldn't do it well.
     I want to work as a logger, not the chainsaw wielding truck drivers of today, but a real logger. I want to have every job I could think of. I want to live all of the lives that I cant have, I want to someday be a women's rights activist in the 1870's, and then a Ukrainian intellectual trying to bring his people a sense of liberty they have never felt before.
     My bucket list is not wanting to skydive, or drink and entire case of incredibly expensive brandy, though I'm sure it wouldn't be too painful. I'm not afraid of not having done enough insane and daring acts when I die, I think trying to flavor a dull life is wrong, and what all too many list-makers are seeking to do. I just want to have a steady stream of stable wholesome experience, a life Simple enough, but full enough to sustain me after I do die. To make my life and death worth something.