Ok, I think most of us occupying the realm of sanity do believe we will live to see December 22, 2012. But that little conspiracist in me has something to say (I mean a VERY tiny voice… so please don’t judge me).
She says “Well, maybe the world IS ending tomorrow.”
And then the part of me living in reality responds. Now, while I do not believe that as of midnight my days are numbered, that little tiny voice got me thinking… If the world did end tomorrow, how would I feel? Would I feel accomplished? Would I feel fulfilled? To these questions—I say yes, I would. I feel that I am where I am supposed to be at this very moment.
But then Michael Stipe took a backseat for a moment, as It’s the End of the World dimmed, and I began to here Dave Matthews sing “When the world ends… I’m going to be there with you somehow.”
Again and again we are told that you never hear people gripping onto the last breaths of life, remarking they wished they had worked more. Regrets tend to come in the form of not spending enough time with the ones you love, and doing things that truly make you happy. Yet I never truly got it until now.
So, what I’ve chosen to learn from this experience is this: If the world DID end tomorrow, my one wish would be that I spent more time with loved ones, telling them what they truly mean to me… not so much that I don’t yet have a PhD. So today, I will begin working on making that reality, so I don’t have to worry about it for the next apocalypse.
If there’s one thing this crazy Mayan miscalculation can teach us, it’s to remember what’s truly important. When the world ends, where will you be?