it’s okay for me to die…without knowing how to swimwithout visiting africawithout mastering the latest technologywithout children/grandchildenwithout learning another languagewithout planting another gardenwithout liking opera
without having a ‘perfect’ bodywithout liking alcoholwithout knowing how to skiwithout being fearlesswithout writing a novelwithout pretending i’m 21without running a marathonwithout reading dostoyevsky
without the ability to sit in lotus posewithout reading the news regularly (it’s always the same…only the names and places change)without understanding neurosciencewithout perfecting a spiritual practicewithout managing my money perfectlywithout climbing the highest mountainwithout voicing my opinion on everythingwithout being the greatest cook (or cooking much at all)without buying a two- or three-bedroom flat/apartment/housewithout playing a musical instrumentwithout polishing my own toe nailswithout residing in the countryside againwithout adoring ironing and hoovering/vacuuming (depending on which english you speak)without acquiring advanced academic degrees
without earning a great deal of money at any time in my lifewithout being an extrovertwithout massive amounts of possessions (though i still have more than i actually want)without canning fruits and vegetableswithout driving ever againwithout sailing a boatwithout winning the lottery
without remembering everything i’ve ever done and when i did itwithout joining the armed forces or the women’s institutewithout liking aubergine/eggplant (depending on which english you speak)without a whole lot of other things/interests/activities/accomplishments
with an empty bucket
