About the Impending Apocalypse

My guy and I have been joking about the latest doomsday prediction, which is supposed to happen tomorrow. Things like, Better wash the dogs, the world's ending on Friday or Armageddon is almost here, have you paid the bills? It's not that we mean to disrespect those who are putting faith in this theory, it's just that we've been through several supposed Apocalypses already (1975, 1982, 1994, 1997, Y2K, Harold Camping X 2, etc.) and after so many letdowns it's getting rather tough to work up the proper amount of terror. Also, given what the actual Mayan are saying, this is a little like believing the world will end every January 1st when we throw out last year's calendars.

Could the world end tomorrow? Sure. Life is a cycle with a beginning and an end, and you and me and this planet are not exempt from that truth. The world could end today. It could end in the next ten minutes, too. Wouldn't that be a surprise?

Frankly I don't think much about the world ending. Mostly I think about right now and the day ahead of me. It's twenty minutes to eight on Wednesday morning. Tonight we're having guests for a holiday dinner, so the future I'm concerned with is making them a good meal that they'll enjoy and remember with pleasure. I'm hoping the world won't end before I serve dessert, because I have a pretty spectacular one planned.

If weather permits we'll probably have a fire outside, too, so we can gather around it after dinner to roast marshmallows and drink hot cocoa and talk. This is how we make merry during the holidays, spending time with friends and family, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Even if I knew the world would end on Friday.

Worrying about things that may or may not happen is human nature, I guess. Fear and darkness and dread are always there, hoping to get into our hearts and poison our lives and steal from us the opportunities we have to know happiness and peace. From my POV I can't do anything to stop the world from ending, and I know I'm not going to live forever, so it seems pointless to dwell on it. I'd much rather spend my time here making good memories and enjoying the blessings in my life. Whenever the time comes for me to move on to the next place, which it will whether I go alone or with the rest of the world, I can leave knowing I didn't waste my time here being afraid of it.