The world didn’t end.
It was fun making light of the end-of-the-world hysteria that was based on a Mayan calendar that didn’t even predict such a thing, and even if it did would only become one in a long line of false predictions.
We joshed about the Myrtle Beach man who spent months, and $8,000, preparing for the date and time – Dec. 21, 2012 at 11:11 a.m. – and headed to a cabin in Tennessee to escape the potential calamity, as well as the New York Post’s eye-catching cover showing a swimsuit model saying all she wanted was one last good romp in the bedroom before the end.
It’s been silly.
It’s been outrageous.
It’s been enlightening.
People have been forecasting the end of days since forever, including when Jesus walked the face of Earth.
And each time, they’ve been wrong. Dead wrong.
Each time, Earth kept spinning on its axis and revolving around the sun.
Each time, billions of us woke up for another morning, blood still pumping through our veins.
Each time, life went on, no matter the number of times we have been forced to pause to consider mass shootings at elementary schools and consulate attacks in Libya and dire warnings about taxes and fiscal cliffs of our own making.
Each time, we had decisions to make, to love harder, to live better, to think more deeply, or to refuse to do any of those things.
It’s hard to remember that, though, because we frequently become fixated on the small instead of the serene, the loathsome instead of the logical, the gut-wrenching in favor of the great.
It’s easy to forget that the world hasn’t come to an end and likely won’t for billions of years, scientifically speaking at least, when things go horribly wrong in our lives, if only for a minute that can feel like years.
But if you are able to read these words, it means it hasn’t ended for you, that the gift you were privileged with when you exited your mother’s womb is still yours to craft, still yours to use to fulfill the incredible promise the noise of the world has been trying to drown out of your soul.
For those with breath, the world only ends when you give up the everyday fight to be who you know you should – and must – become.
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