‘If you haven’t made your bucket list trip to Europe......’
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I grew up on a farm, so I know about buckets.
They’re crude, heavy, awkward, bang against your legs when you walk. They drag you down in the mud.
I don’t do ‘bucket lists’ for that very reason.
I have dreams and desires.
Those dreams and desires lift me up, straining for the sky, instead of pulling me down in the mud.
There are stars up there, beams of light so wistful they carry me away with their hopes.
I have many things on my dream list.
It’s light as a feather.
Don’t let the bucket drag you down.
Beautiful post. :)