Amazingly he didn't feel sad, he even felt liberated, he excitedly began to make a bucket list, but then felt empty and silent as he put pen to paper, asking himself, what do I want to do when life declares these are my last moments?
He wrote bits and pieces on his bucket list, such as "Want to go to a restaurant and not be paid," "Miner for a week," "Use the boss's least favorite color, fluorescent green, when coloring steel parts or doodling," and "Quit the factory and point and curse at the boss to get all my grievances out. ", "Quit the factory and pointed at the boss and cursed him out, letting out all my grievances". As he jotted down each thought in detail, something was simultaneously fermenting, brewing, and regrowing in his mind.
He began to reflect on his musical dreams, and his childhood love of music came back to him, which fueled his determination. He was no longer willing to subject himself to the expectations and limitations of others. He would spend his limited time pursuing the musical dream he had always longed for. At the end of his list, he wrote, "He will organize a concert for himself and invite as many people as possible to come and see it.