WHAT TO DO BEFORE I DIE

WHAT TO DO BEFORE I DIE

Go Skydiving

Get Married?

Jump off a Waterfall

Find a Place to Call Home

Ride the World's Fastest Roller Coaster

Win and Yell "Bingo!" at a Bingo Hall

Find Love

Learn to Speak Arabic

Send a Message in a Bottle

Learn to Speak French

Work for a Relief Agency

Live in a Foreign Country for an Extended Period of Time

Change Someone's Life for the Better

Make a Big Donation to Charity

Live on a Boat

Have Something Named after You

Ride the World's Longest Zip Line

Scuba Dive

Witness a Miracle

Start a Dance in a Public Place

Plant a Tree

Learn to Fly

Get a College Degree

Pay for Someone Else's Groceries

Start a Huge Wave

Write a Book

Learn to Play an Instrument

Give a Stranger a $100 Bill

Find the Perfect Railing and Slide Down It

Touch the Roof of a Moon Bounce

Slip and Slide in Public

Take a Stranger Out for Dinner

Go on a Blind Date

Donate Blood

Join a Protest

Throw a Surprise Party

Run a Marathon

Go White Water Rafting

Get a Tattoo

Help a Complete Stranger

Learn to meditate

Ride in a Hot Air Balloon

Invent Something

See the Northern Lights

Sleep Under the Stars

Go Skinny Dipping

Find a Job I Love

Go to a Nude Beach

Experience an Earthquake

Grow Something

Be a Better Listener

Buy a Homeless Person a Meal

Right a Wrong

Make a Will

Own A Home

Go on a Road Trip

Take Part in a Food Fight

Do a Double Feature Without Getting Caught

Ride a Bull

Go Bungee Jumping

Graffiti

Be Happy

Quit smoking

Go to:
Africa
Brazil
France
Finland

Sell a painting, poem or picture

Write a song

Catch the first bus leaving the station

This is just the beginning to all I want to do in my life... the list I suppose is never ending... The point is to live.

...

The trees don't move
but the wind still blows.
Refreshing gusts
as the nicotine flows.
Can't feel my hands
as they start to shake.
Can't go home
don't know where my heart really lies.

Out of breathe as I climb
sunlight falls from the corner of my eyes.
Need to pack
can't stay here
home is where those are dear.

I Chase my Shadow home

The distant ringing of bells,
the clicking of heels.
The breaking of leaves underfoot,
chasing you shadow under the street lights.
A shot of cold air burns the throat and
leaves you intoxicated following your feet.
The rustle of leaves overhead and
indistinguishable stars through the smog.
I chase my shadow home.

We want to be Happy

‎"Todos estamos aquí de paso, ¿para qué? , no sabemos.
Escuchas que la vida es todo eso que pasa mientras estás preocupado por algo más, y según esto, estamos aquí para ser felices, la verdad, suena cliché. Y aunque somos muchos, no estamos solos [...] Porque a todos se nos acaba el tiempo."

Translation
We are all here in passing, for what? we don't know.
You have heard that the life is all this while you are worried over something more, according to this we are here to be happy, the truth is, it sounds cliche. Even though we are many, we are not here alone... becuase everyone's time comes to an end.

The big question. What's the meaning of life... we do somewhere, somehow find our own answer along the way. We find our own happiness, it does sound cliche as mentioned above.
Could happiness sound cliche becuase everyone wants to find happiness? No one lives in the search of failure and unhappiness. No one. Some people are unable to be happy, at times circumstances do not permit happiness, however no wants to be unhappy. It sounds cliche because people think it is overused, it is over stated, there is such demand for a thing few rarely fully achieve. I want to be happy, and I normally stray from cliches, try and weave my own way. Happiness is a universal desire, a process we take steps to complete. I suppose once you are happy you don't need a meaning of life, you proabably found it somewhere along the way, somewhere within your journies and confusion. Once they're happy people think they will be ready to die. Death scares at times, it suffocates, it confuses, it blinds... happiness is supposed to ease the worry, it gives you a chance to breathe, it defines the blurred edges. Happiness is not cliche, it is universal.
We are many, there are currently over 7 billion people on the earth. We are never alone. At times you feel alone, you can be surrounded, in a sea of people and feel utterly and completely alone.... however, we should be bound together. We share common identies, we connect, we share smiles and lend shoulders for falling tears... we are not alone. It may not seem that way however, we always share the same fate, death. Our names will be forgotton, our deeds dust in the wind, our smiles, our laugh, our tears all crumble as the time passes. Our bodies will decompose, who's knows what more. Happiness soothes these thoughts. I want to be happy, it's not cliche, it's universal.

inhale, Exhale

Inhale, Exhale
An early night smoke.
The smoke fighting the cold air.
You'll catch a cold for a quick fix,
for a rush of nicotine.
Inhale. Exhale.

....

A language you can't understand,
Syllables you can't pronounce
Meaning that could not be found.