Tuesday , November 19 2019
Home / Entertainment / The bucket list blues

The bucket list blues

For instance, when I was five, my father went to the Camargue for a holiday. He brought me back a book – Crin Blanc – (English translation: White Mane). It was black and white still shots from the 1953 short movie, which told the story of a young boy who tames a wild white stallion, Crin Blanc. Even though the book was in French, the photographs made the story easy to understand, and I would “read” it every day, determined that one day I would ride one of the white horses of the Camargue.

Fifty-seven years later, there I finally was, galloping along the side of a marshy river on Tato, a perfect representation of his breed. Oh, what we saw in our few hours out – mares with their foals; herds of the famous Camargue black bulls; young stallions jostling for supremacy – and birds – birds everywhere. Deep in the marshes, out with the mares and fillies was one obviously very old gelding. Patrick told me that when a horse reaches retirement age, it’s put out to pasture with the herd, until, as he put it, “one day we find him asleep forever”.

I can’t even begin to describe this bucket-list feeling – I was so full of joy and gratitude, and so happy that I was not really prepared for the onslaught of sadness that descended only a few hours later, except that I had experienced it once before.

I was 13 when I first heard Leonard Cohen. Again, it was my dad who brought back Cohen’s first album after a holiday in Greece with my mother. It was a beautiful summer’s day and I was in the garden when suddenly the sounds of Suzanne drifted through the open window, and I was mesmerised. Forty-five years later, in 2013, I finally got to see him live, and at the same time that I was transported by his concert, I knew this would be the last time he would make it to Australia. When the concert ended I was crying so much I could have filled a bucket with my tears.

It all started me thinking about what other people put on their bucket lists, and I was astonished to find an endless amount lists out there – 1000 things to do before you die, for instance. One thousand? That’s 10 bucket list items a year from the age of zero to 100! Or how about 543, 281, 161, 369, 282, 50, 20, 10 or a very modest seven?

Then there’s even categories of bucket lists. There’s the Beer Bucket List, the Adventure Bucket List, the Sports Bucket List and with 282 items on it, the Creative Bucket List, which really stretches the outside of the envelope. Be a model in a photo-shoot, it exhorts the reader breathlessly, be a part of fashion week, be a probation officer (really?), be on more than four TV shows, build a fountain in the entrance of your house, build a new type of engine, a major brand, a youth ministry, a sustainable community, a functioning solar still – most unlikely of all, win an Oscar.

By the time I got to the end, I was convinced I was an abject failure. Not only couldn’t I do a single one of the 282 items, I didn’t even want to – except perhaps, design an easily maintained hairstyle. It was exhausting to even think about. If I put it all together there’s apparently a random 3734 things I ought to want to do before I kick the bucket.

I think I’m just going to cuddle a horse, and when my time does come – hope I can tick one final item off my bucket list – to lie down quietly in a field somewhere and go to sleep forever.

About admin

Check Also

An impressive Pitt adds timeless gravitas to space odyssey

This is an acting challenge which Pitt meets impressively, letting emotion surface seemingly against his …