A while ago I started a list of things I want to do before I die. It started as a joke with David, saying that we should make a list of what we had left to accomplish, alone or together. And then when I actually started making that list, more and more things came to mind, and they continue, day after day.
Just writing them down is a pleasure that is hard to explain. It's like finally allowing myself to do certain things, to finally decide to act, to live instead of dreaming, regretting, dwelling. Fantasies to realize, links to renew, things to repair, to solve, to close. Extravagances that I would like to finally allow myself. Little desires that I had deprived myself of until now, without any real reason. Strangely enough, making this list, which has a "Let's put our affairs in order before we die" feel very stimulating. And writing all these things down makes it easier to do them – I've already started implementing some of the projects.
It remains to be seen what consequences all these actions will have on my life. What it will challenge. What it will change in my relationships with others, with those involved. It's like the story of the guy who learns he has cancer, and who empties his bank account, sleeps around, travels everywhere and prepares to die, then doesn't die, after all.