Wrote my bucket list today, felt disastrous. Twenty-six things, may shuffle, may increase. The classification where your psychic energy is involved is always soul-satisfying. Well this thing about things that ‘things are convenient to understand, when you experience them’ is unchanging truth yet rare. But it’s okay. The point is, I’m also planning stuff with more precision. While doing so, I had this glimpse over this term ‘classification’. It’s Beautiful and everywhere. The symphony around you is eventually the byproduct of classification!
Happy Imagination.
(Purposely didn’t write much about the bucket list.)
