As promised in my previous post from earlier today, I sat down and thought about my “six month list.” The (realistic) list of things I would do if I knew I had only six months to live. So here it goes…
Visit Tibet. I've had a hiking tour of Tibet on my list of dream vacations for a while now, I'd take that trek. Followed immediately by…
A hiking trip across Nepal, to Mt. Everest. This is actually already on my to-do list, hopefully for next spring. I really just want to get out and see more of the world. It's long past time for my feet to leave this continent.
While I'm on those hikes, I'd search out a really good Buddhist monastery. One that I could spend my last days at, as I think I would want to spend those last couple weeks or so living in a monastery. I wouldn't find enlightenment in such a short time, but I could get much closer. And, find some peace and serenity during my final days. The idea of spending a week or two living in a monastery is actually pretty appealing to me, so this is something I want to do even in healthy days.
Fly out to Denver for a week or two to spend some time with my friend Melissa. She has such a strong spirit that I could draw so much needed strength from, and she's just a good friend who I see all too rarely. The sun almost always shines just a little brighter after I've communicated with her.
Take my closest friends away somewhere for a week or two. Wherever they want to go, we'll go. Just to spend some time connecting and bonding, and just enjoying being together.
It's funny, everything I've thought of so far involves travel of some kind. Hmm…
Finish all the unfinished songs I have sitting around. All the bits that aren't worth finishing, delete once and for all. Leave none of them left hanging, close all those doors.
Sit down and write the one comic book story I've had floating around in my head for too long already. I'd say also sit down and illustrate it too, but it would be unrealistic to expect to be able to do so in only six months. Instead, maybe find someone talented enough to do it for me?
Fill up whatever partially filled sketchbooks, notepads, or other works. Draw. Write. Whatever it takes to leave no page blank in all of them. Again, close up all those doors.
Please forgive the rather lascivious and prurient nature of this one, but… get laid. It's been so long since I've been with a woman that I'd probably get really depressed if I actually calculated it out. *laugh* Damn, I just did it anyway. 12 years. I've done some “other” things in the meantime, but in the most clinical and traditional sense, 12 years. That's what I get for not trying, eh?
Get the best telescope I can possibly afford, find somewhere far enough away from civilization to be truly dark, and dedicate some time to just observing the universe. For as much interest in astronomy as I have, it's embarrassing that I've never sat down with a telescope and looked at the cosmos through my own eyes.
Okay, that's all that pops into my head for today. Perhaps if I think of something else later I'll make an addendum, but for now that should do it. There's my to-do list. How long to do all these things? I haven't thought about that just yet. Two years? Three? We'll see…