We went to see the Bucket List the other night. I went with a little reluctance, as the critical reviews had not been overly kind. But as is often the case, critics be damned, we enjoyed the movie. But then, how can you not enjoy a movie with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman as the protagonists?
Interestingly, or possibly as to be expected, it was an older crowd. Sitting amongst them I almost felt like a youngster. “Almost” is the operative word here. The crowd probably wasn’t quite that old.
I wondered though, how many in the theatre, like me, related to the story and thought about lost opportunities and plans and dreams that went astray somewhere along the journey.
It is one thing that you inevitably learn too late: do those things that are important to you at the time because the opportunity may never come again.
I wish that when I was shooting smallbore rifle competitively that I had made that trip to shoot in the Scottish smallbore championships. At the time I read accounts where they set up a temporary shooting range in a field with large tents erected for the official business and up to 500 competitors showed up for the shoot. It sounded like one helluva lot of fun. But I never went.
I always had a burning desire to hunt in Africa and at one time put down a deposit for a hunt in Zimbabwe. But a new job got in the way and I cancelled out and never found the opportunity again. Now, when you take in all of the costs for a safari, including trophy fees and the like the price is substantial. Shoulda gone then.
Life is one great compromise. I missed some things and I gained some things. But the truth is that if I had it to do all over again I would be loath to do things differently.
On the other hand, if I had known how quickly the time would fly I would have made the effort to do more.