The Bucket List

A friend of mine told me about this movie called “The Bucket List”, over weekend. Naturally my first reaction was what interesting movie will have as weird a name as that. I quite frequently watch movies online and as I was skimming through the list of movies yesterday, after finishing the days work. I happen to stumble upon The Bucket List. So I thought might as well watch it and see if it’s really worth the praise heaped upon by my friend.

The Bucket List is about how two strangers, Edward Cole (Jack Nicholson) and Carter Chambers (Morgan Freeman) somewhere in their sixties, diagnosed with cancer and given a lease of six months to one year of time, ended up spending the best last time of their life together. Edward, an immensely successful businessman who had been doing nothing substantial in his life other than earning money from the age of sixteen and Carter, a regular black guy who had spent his entire life doing all that he could to provide for his family, happen to end up in the same room at a hospital. They then decide to make a list of things, called The Bucket List, which they would do before they died. The movie is about two people living their life to the fullest and doing all the things that they had always wanted to but had never been able to for some reason or another: like sky diving, seeing the world with their own eyes, kissing the most beautiful woman, driving a mustang, et cetra et cetra. The movie is an exquisite piece of work and is a complete must watch for all who appreciate those rare good movies that comes once in a while and goes on to touch our life in some way or another.

Somewhere in the movie they say that a survey was once done in which people were asked whether they would want to know the time of their death and 96% of the people said that they wouldn’t. If we are to do a survey like that in reality I’m very sure that the results would be somewhere around that. Isn’t that amazing? Why is it that we are so afraid to find out the date and time of our death? Considering the fact that whatever which has a beginning has an end. It’s a common fact that all of us are aware of. After all we know that we are to die sometime then why is it difficult to carry on when we get to know the exactness of that time.

Maybe because we have this strange habit of either lingering in our past or thinking about our future, all the time. Perhaps once we get to know of the remaining time then we will fluster to an extent of squandering whatever time which is left worrying about death. It is so important to live in this precise moment; I realized it at that point. This actually made me think whether or not I have lived my life to the fullest. Whether or not I have said and done all the things that I had wanted to say and do. Have I actually told all the people I love that I love them? If I have, then why is it that I think twice about it now. I think I have done a wonderful job. At least I wouldn’t die some day wondering as to why I didn’t do it or they wouldn’t die someday speculating whether I loved them or not. It is so very very important to do all the things that one wants to do; as it’s never about a particular thing being right or not but only if it has been done rightly or not. Maybe it was wrong but at least I have this satisfaction of knowing it first rate as I have done it myself rather than hearsay.

Henceforth I have learnt it by rot that I will do all that I can to live my life to the fullest and do all the things that I want to do. Do I have a Bucket List of my own? Well, I sure am working on mine.