I stopped writing lists long ago.
My ‘to-do’ lists transform themselves into a ‘list of things left undone’.
My ‘list of accomplishments’ is overshadowed by my ‘list of failures’.
My ‘list of places’ to go has diminished with my ability to travel
beyond my recliner and Discovery TV.
My ‘list of regrets’ continues to grow. Buddhism seems more attractive now,
there is never enough time to see and do all,
never enough time to learn everything,
too many books, so little time.
My lists are shorter now, as I try to simplify my life.
The ‘list of things to throw away’ grows as I strike off another item from my ‘save’ list.
Too many ‘lists’ to manage nowadays.
H. W. “Bill” Sparks