Something about the end of the world …
The media, social media included has been all “atwitter,” if you will about Harold Camping’s prognostication that the world will end today at 6:00 PM.
I suppose what fascinates me is the seeming groundswell of fascination with the idea of it. Does it tweak some secret fear? Remind of us of the many problems we face that might bring about a rapture? Chart our path for how to right our many wrongs?
Meanwhile, we continue to go about our lives. Some of us happy and content, others in despair. Not that I actually want to have an end of the world pity party here, but from where I sit, we are always, ultimately at that edge.
Life for all of its incredible force ends all the time. Some ends are well attended by loved ones others regretful and awful and some even violent and pointless. And some of those deaths do indeed “end” the world — the world of a family, a village, a nation, until it is reborn into some new configuration. Not exactly rapture, but change nonetheless.
Is our fascination with the end of the world really just the fear of a sudden e-n-d — and if so, shouldn’t we be doing something about that?
No, we can’t make it go away, but we can live our lives with a little more intention. A little more thought to the idea that this really could be a last day and with that in mind, ask the questions about how satisfied we really are with what we’ve designed for ourselves. Are we kind enough? Focused enough? Do we share our largess? Help others overcome pain? And importantly, are we kind enough to ourselves?
Today, I’ll write, do some yoga, box with Len Blackmore, see a friend for lunch, hang with my family, work on a grad school paper and watch the Pascal v. Hopkins fight. All and all a pretty good last day … and if I’m blessed enough to wake up tomorrow, that last day will have similar features. A day I can feel good about having pushed for myself and others. That’s really all we can do until …