the bucket list
So, I have a bucket list. Don’t we all? Even if it’s not written down, I think many of us can easily create a list of things we want to accomplish before we die. I started writing some of mine down a few years ago, and have recently realized that even though they are now recorded, I’m not really doing much to try and cross them off the list.
I’ve learned a lot about what it means to be proactive. At the end of the day, if you want something accomplished, you have to just…do it. Whether Fate or a Godly Plan actually exists is hardly relative, for if you sit on your butt all day and wait around for life to run its course, it’ll run on without you.
So then I thought, it is time to take something off my bucket list.
Become published? Doesn’t happen in day. Travel to all seven continents? I’m a little broke. Skydive? I need some prescription anxiety medication first. Travel to Africa? I want to, but how? Get a tattoo? Okay.
I’m not flying to Africa tomorrow. But my goal– to travel back, to live minimally and full of content, and to breathe in the sights and smells and rhythms–is no longer just on a word document. It’s tattooed, in my own handwriting, on my arm.
The moment I stepped off the plane, returning home after a four-month stint in Ghana, the phrase “yEbEhyia bio” resonated in my mind. It’s literal meaning in Twi is “we will meet again,” yet it is how Akan-Ghanaians say goodbye to one another. How nice.
But its meaning goes beyond me wanting to go back. It’s not just about the physical return; it’s about remembering every emotion as well. It’s a reminder that how I felt in Ghana can be experienced wherever I am, no matter what situation I’m in. The person I was in Africa will–and has–been met again.
yEbEhyia bio. Tattooed on my arm. We can cross that one off the list.