As we come close to the winter solstice, my mind can't help but wander with curiosity of the events that will unfold a year from now.
We are addicted to 'Doomsday', always awaiting the next time our lives, and the world, will come to an end. Why is this? Do we need a constant state of despair to bolster our faith? Do we need to feel a sense of impending doom to excuse a lack of progression? Why is it that we need this constant state of fear?
Which came first, the idea of the end of days, or the creation of the first, and how much of an effect do they have on one another? I see it as completely possible that faith in a vengeful, and violent, god could bring upon the idea of a cleansing of the Earth. There are not too many things stronger then fear, and there are those that hope that as they cower before the awesome power of the almighty, that they will be the righteous clan that will usher in the end and not get left behind.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, if it's all going to end, why try? If the world is going to (insert cause of apocalypse here), who cares what I do? Who cares what I accomplish? The world will be long gone, and myself with it, so why try?
I think that it takes a heavy helping of arrogance to assume that you know when, and how, the world will end. Something as complex as the planet or grand beliefs of eternal proportions, must be difficult to comprehend within its self, but claiming that you know there points of synchronicity is preposterous.
Is it too much to hope for people, hope that fear doesn't bind them, hope that people could exist with purpose, pushing themselves and their ideas forward, so that if the world does come to an end, you can light up a smoke, take a drag, and exhale knowing it's been a great ride.
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