Living Like The Dying

I was pondering the concept of the bucket list, of things one will wana do before one dies. Sometimes the stuff on the bucket list is just plain castle in the sky unrealistic. Ok that's fine. I'll probably never get a dophinectomy or birdectomy anyway. But then there's the stuff that can be done by dumping everything one has, into achieving a goal. The dying do it to live what remains of their pathetic mortal lives to the fullest.

It seems to me that only the dying really know how to live. It is like how Alexander was being completely irresponsible, sallying forth to conquer the world with everything his nation got...all without leaving an heir at the onset. For a king, that is irresponsible indeed.

Then I ask myself: Why am I not doing that? Sure, not everything on a bucket list can be pulled off due to resource limitations. But everything else can be done. Yet for those of us who expect to live long long long lives, everything on the list is probably procrastinated to some unspecified later date. Why can't we just live like the dying? There is always a safety reserve in case of unforseen circumstances, but now I am increasingly convinced that it is better to burn brightly for a short life, than to live a long one and die a straw death.