I ponder that idea sometimes and I've come to this conclusion. It really doesn't matter what I "accomplish" before I leave this earth. You know why? Because it's not about me. I'm going to be dead. Whatever trips I take, whatever meals I eat, whatever language I learn ... I'm going to be dead and none of those things are going to change that.
Enjoying my life isn't my goal. Finding joy in what I do is a goal. Loving others is a goal.
It's not so much about *what* I do, but rather, with *whom* am I experiencing life? It's not about what I'm checking off a list, but more about the memories being made for those who will grieve my passing. My bucket is wherever I am, with people I love, or even with people I don't even know. To be frank, my bucket overfloweth!
In other words, it's not really my bucket list. It's yours. What's on your list of life that includes me in it? What memories will you have once I'm gone?
Let me know. Let's make your bucket list come true!