Are you listening?
Since the beginning man has lived under the belief the world was going to end calling it the Apocalypse, Armageddon, End Times, and a slew of other ominous sounding names. From Biblical prophesy to calendars etched in stone and clay, each generation, each culture has had their own stories, legends, and religions. My generation is no different, nor is yours and our children’s children’s children will be the same.
How will it end? Will it be the gruesome fairy-tale of Revelations painted in the Bible? Will we experience some sort of cosmic combustion or collision? Will Bath Salt Zombies or pissed off citizen’s rise up and destroy us all? Or, will we as a human race, merely be extinguished while the world (earth) remains intact or simply evolved beyond us?
I think about these things.
I am alone — which means a lot of things, but in the event of the end of the world the idea of going it alone is starkly sobering. Being attached to someone else means someone else is looking out for you; someone else cares where your head is; someone else is there to help. It also means someone else is counting on you too.
It means a lot.
I don’t want to be alone.