Ah , a new year is upon us once again. I am ringing it in as I recover from the flu. Who needs streamers and horns when you can have fevers and headaches instead? I feel like I celebrated in reverse and got the hangover first, but I don’t drink. Oh irony, how I love thee.
Being that it is 2012 tomorrow, I was thinking about the end of the world coming. You know, like in the crapstastic movie of the same name from last year? I laughed when I saw the website offered a link to create your own end of the world playlist. Who wouldn’t want a sound track to kick the bucket to? How thoughtful.
I don’t put a lot of trust in the validity of the Mayan calendar to indicate the day and year that life as we know it will end. My faith assures me that no one knows this date, so why all the hand wringing and worrying? But it did get me thinking about my life and how I would live it if I only had a year left.
Family first, drudgery second. The laundry will still be there, and if it’s really the end of the world, clean underwear is the least of our troubles. No more wasting time on those that use others as a ladder to propel themselves upward and push people down. More hugs, laughing with the people I love and walks with my dog in the sun (and yes, I will still slather on the spf 50, just in case).
So why does it take the threat of an apocalypse or even the ending of a year to foster these deep thoughts? I don’t know. Maybe as humans we like neat beginnings and endings, an illusion as to our ability to try and control the unknown. We want for a better future, and hope for a new year to bring us good things. But the reality is that we aren’t promised anything, including tomorrow, so enjoy today with the people you love. And if you don’t get kissed at midnight or you fall asleep before the ball drops in Times Square, it’s really not the end of the world.
Happy New Year!
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