I admire confident people, especially people who are confident about the unknown things of life. You know the kind of people I’m talking about. You tell them you’re worried about the economy and its strange, grinding lack of real improvement. They laugh and say “Economy, schmonomy! Things go up, things go down, things are turning around, study the charts! Buy low, sell high!”
Then there are the confident ones who don’t worry about tomorrow and provide you with a simplified response to life’s existential questions.
“You think too much.”
What on earth is “the good life?”
In 2007, a movie called The Bucket List was released. Two men are dying from lung cancer; one is rich, the other is poor. The poor man has a list of things he wants to do before he dies and the rich man helps him to cross things off the list. Like a bad country music song, they go sky-diving, visit the Taj Mahal, see the pyramids, and ride motorcycles over the Great Wall of China.
I never actually saw the movie; you can read more about it here in Wikipedia.
Is that the good life? Doing things Rob Reiner thinks are important? The movie got a mixed bag of reviews, but the term “bucket list” became part of the American vocabulary. Facebook is a popular place to see what things men and women are “crossing off” their bucket lists. Skipping around the Internet this morning, I see there is even a website where one could track and achieve their life goals, cross things off their bucket list. I’m sure there’s an app for it. I’m not going to post the link here because it kind of made me sick when I visited the site.
“Go horseback riding on the beach”
“Ride an upside down roller coaster.”
“Work for Mother Theresa.”
Life is not a list of things to do or places to go before you die. If anyone wanted to see the definition of the word MOAR, it would be on a website dedicated to helping people cross things off their bucket lists.
The good life is not more stuff, more running around, more consumption of energy to visit twenty places some smart alecks think are great tourist destinations.
Maybe the good life is just sitting still.
It’s just my existential crisis. Maybe that’s why I’ve been tossing and turning and thinking about “the good life” all week and how I’d just like to make some chocolate chip cookies in my non-existent spare time.
Or write a book.
Visiting the pyramids? No thanks, not in this lifetime, no matter what some “confidence man” says about it. And I’m certainly not going to spend the rest of my life pushing and shoving my way around the planet so I can say I did this and that before I died.