I’ve been around for a while. In a few days, I will be sixty-three years old. I don’t consider that to be very old, but old enough to have experienced a few things. One thing I have not experienced is the end of the world. Now, in my lifetime alone there have been over one hundred prophecies of doom. I found a list; you can “Google” it.  That list did not even include the Y2K debacle; I guess because it only stated that technology was doomed, not the entire world. But we know that it, too, was wrong.

What I like about end of the world prophecies is the level of giggly speculation that takes place as one approaches. People set about guessing exactly how it will happen and what strategies might insure survival. That baffles me; it’s the end of the world. Would you WANT to survive? Apparently, many do. If you watched any of the “learning” and “documentary” channels this year, you saw shows about survivalists and end-timers demonstrating their methods and showing off their particular, sometimes goofy, bunkers.

Seriously. People bought guns and non-perishable food for this.

Now, since the Mayan Prophecy, which had nothing really to do with the actual persecution and exploitation of genuine Mayan peoples and their cultural/historical sites, did not occur, we are on to the next one.

“What next one?” you ask. Well, it seems the Donner Party left a time capsule. Remember them? They were a group of people who were trapped in a mountain pass, in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, during the winter of 1864. These poor people, eighty-seven of them, were trapped in three cabins near a lake for the entire winter. They soon ran out of provisions. Only forty-eight of them survived to settle in California. They survived by eating the flesh of their dead companions. And yet, they found time to put together a time capsule that apparently has led some nutjobs (er, archeologists?) to believe the world will end in 2016.

Okay!

So, I have put together a five year plan. Why? Because I believe that we will all be around to say, “Missed it again, didn’t they!”

Do I think the world can end? Of course I do. What I don’t think is that we can know when it will end based on the writings of long dead people. Their world has already ended. Our world continues.

When our actual planet changes/flips/ disintegrates, there will be no survival strategy, no warning prophecy, no freeze-dried food. And living each day to the fullest is the only way we can truly survive our world as it is anyway. Life is a free-for-all gamble that is meant to be experienced. So, lift that glass, laugh with friends, cry when you’re sad, hug each and every one of your loved ones. Stop and smell the roses, people, for the world may end tomorrow. Make every moment count. Don’t be afraid.

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