As a society, we are getting too attached to itemized lists, stacks of bulleted items, and compilations with the word bucket in the title. Today I’ve used vermillion, Alizarin crimson, and cadmium yellow in my painting. I’m done if I can squeeze in some unbleached titanium oxide and ochre. I’m not joking.
We all know people who feel compelled to list or be listed.
Happiness can’t be reduced to watching the sunset in the Rockies with your Sweety while eating Chunky Monkey ice cream, followed by a Taylor Swift concert. Those things might evoke pleasure, but happiness? I’d maintain that you’d need to be disposed toward happiness for those things to affect you positively. The wrong frame of mind, and you have exquisite torture, not exquisite happiness. Paying too much attention to lists with little checkboxes is an excellent way to mistake a masquerade for actual life.
Take a break. Take a respite from categories, lists, and checkboxes. Now… hold a deep breath, let it out slowly, and forget you can count. Just be in the moment.
Bucket list…a few friends and I had another name for it. It rhymes! ‘Just be in the moment.’ Absolutely.
I find we are on the same page..
I too saw this prompt, while I wanted to write something, couldn’t’t come up with anything, wasn’t even going for a full list. Sometimes I hate the things that make me happiest and that’s all about it.
I agree with you Lou. One thing that makes me happy is not being asked to concoct a list of 30 things that make me happy!
My feelings on the issue as well. Some of the prompt have that ” I was made up from an old personality test” feel to them.
Great