Building sand Castles

I have a bucket list in my head. It lists what I still want to do. It is a driving force behind my plans, and yet a weight that burdens my decisions. Whenever I get something that I didn't do, and want to do, it goes into the bucket. Like filling a bucket with sand on the beach. Building a giant castle to imagine your life in. Standing in front of it, looking over it's highest tower, towards the sea. Imagining yourself standing there, looking out over your realm. And yet I can make castles of this burden. Constructing, building going further. Expanding my sand castle. It's moat has transformed into a small pond as the water flows nearer and my watering canals have become a structural hazard. The walls of my castle are slowly baking from dark clay mud into hard bricks. And the weed grows as the rain falls but the sea stays away. The castle rizes over the beach, standing upon a cliff. My castle isn't my sandy dream. It is a house, and I lock the door. Leaving it to go outside into the world. And to be honest, my bucket couldn't even fill a cup.

Moral of this story?

Throw away your buckets get a cup. They are lighter, and contains less. It makes you do the things you really want to do now, and not make you postpone them. Also they good for drinking tea, in front of your own dream (house) which isn't built on sand.