What's wrong with being content anyway? Content to walk barefoot in the grass in summer. Content to feel the sun on your face in winter. Content to go to for a walk in the woods. To work hard. To fall into a soft bed at the end of the day.
I don't need a list to remind me to hug my family, pet my cat, or share a meal with friends. No, a bucket list is not for me.
He who is contented is rich.