After many months and uncounted hours of meditation, I have come to the following conclusion.
Humanity will go extinct. It may take millions of years, or perhaps only a few hundred, but I fully believe it will happen. So unless another intelligent species comes along and develops a love for anthropology, there will be no-one to see what we've done. Depending on how things end, that may be for the best. Either way, this renders the idea of creating a legacy fairly meaningless. In lieu of that, what's a person to do with their allotted time?
I recently read that artist Edward Gorey was a man to whom nothing ever really happened. Instead of travelling, he "journeyed vastly between his ears." I identify with that. I AM that.
Curiosity is my closest friend. If it ever leaves me then I'm done for.
I want to continue learning, discovering, and being surprised every day of my life.
I want to master my chosen skills.
I want to figure out how to be myself.
I want to be useful enough to earn my keep but not so useful that I cease to be me.
I want to help more cats.
I want to understand people. Like really deep down, on the level of evolutionary psychology.
I want to ponder the big questions.
And I want to harness the absurdity of it all.
This is my existential bucket list. How ironic then that none of these wants have a well defined end point. My success can be measured only by progress, not completion. The side effects of pursuing this list will be the images and writings that I create along the way. I won't get to check anything off but I WILL die trying.
About the Author
Annie Dunn is the artist behind Chaos in Color. She's kind of nutty about cats, has an odd affinity for skeletons, and likes to listen to audiobooks while working. Every once in awhile she puts things down in writing.