I have been able to see the world when most people are at work, and have noticed a few things at my local coffee shop, where I get my fuel for a day of staring at a computer screen, madly typing away. Perhaps I need to find a normal job.
The concept of a bucket list can be either corny or morbid. “Yes, this is what I must accomplish, and then I can die.” More often than not people tend to compile these items and then go about living their lives, in the end accomplishing very few. But, hey, at least we made a list, right?