I originally started this blog to vent about my day or current struggles but I realized that they frustrated me even more than I expected. Therefore, I stopped and tried to find a new way to approach my blogging. I stumbled onto a few blogs and websites. One that really caught my eye was the Buried Life's Facebook page. I watched the show when it came out and didn't miss one episode. I ended up forcing the people around me to watch at least one episode with me because of how much I loved the simplicity of it : Make one of my goals reality.
That was it. That's all. They had a goal and pursued it until they check it off their list of things to do before they died. We think about these things when we're older when our time is most spent on the possibility of death. I for one don't think about it as much as my parents or older relatives do simply because I'm young. I am more worried the future and how to get there smoothly which as led me to take my youth for granted.
Maybe that's what I loved about the show. It really opened my eyes to not waiting. If you want something, then do it. The only thing really holding you back is your way of approaching the possibility of the goal. Is it hard to get done? Perhaps. Will it ever happen? If you don't try, how will you ever really know? Take the first step and if that doesn't work then try again until you get what you want.
So I decided to do just that, I have a draft of my bucket list and will make it my next blog post.
After that, I will see each day as a new chance to make my list shorter. But before that, I want to dedicate this post to the tragedy that occurred in Colorado. The Buried Life posted this picture along side with this excerpt ....it really makes you think. My prayers to everyone involved.
Dark Knight Rises Shooting.
❝ I was shown how fragile life was on Saturday. I saw the terror on bystanders’ faces. I saw the victims of a senseless crime. I saw lives change. I was reminded that we don’t know when or where our time on Earth will end. When or where we will breathe our last breath. For one man, it was in the middle of a busy food court on a Saturday evening.
I say all the time that every moment we have to live our life is a blessing. So often I have found myself taking it for granted. Every hug from a family member. Every laugh we share with friends. Even the times of solitude are all blessings. Every second of every day is a gift. After Saturday evening, I know I truly understand how blessed I am for each second I am given.
I feel like I am overreacting about what I experienced. But I can’t help but be thankful for whatever caused me to make the choices that I made that day. My mind keeps replaying what I saw over in my head. I hope the victims make a full recovery. I wish I could shake this odd feeling from my chest. The feeling that’s reminding me how blessed I am. The same feeling that made me leave the Eaton Center. The feeling that may have potentially saved my life. ❞
— JESSICA REDFIELD WAS SHOT AND KILLED LAST NIGHT AT A MIDNIGHT SCREENING OF ‘THE DARK KNIGHT RISES,’ ALONG WITH 11 OTHERS WHEN A GUNMAN OPENED FIRE IN A THEATER. THE ABOVE IS FROM HER BLOG, WRITTEN IN JUNE, AFTER SHE NARROWLY ESCAPED ANOTHER SENSELESS SHOOTING AT A MALL IN TORONTO. (VIA NEWSWEEK)