Guest Post: The End of the World?

Do you know with ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CERTAINTY that when you go to sleep, you will wake up tomorrow morning? Photo from here.

Do you know with ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CERTAINTY that when you go to sleep, you will wake up tomorrow morning? Photo from here.

So I wrote about love some time back, and it seems like that entry got some favorable reviews. Unfortunately  to only write about love on Never Stationary would make me a seriously restricted writer. Whether that last post was profound or not, I’m only 16. I can only do so much philosophizing on top of junior year.

So here’s another one. But if you want me to write anything to follow up The Answer, let me know through Catherine.

December 21, 2012. The fated day, the final stand, the hour of reckoning. Whether your theory comes from silly Mayan artifacts or even sillier Hollywood movies, I say that this whole thing is, as Joe Biden said once, “a bunch of malarkey”. I’m pretty sure I misspelled malarkey.

Anyway, we’re all so hyped up. There are the ones who say the world will end and are excited, and then there are the ones who say the world won’t end but are still excited by their consciences thinking, “but what if the world DOES end?”.
My question is, why? Why are we so excited about doomsday? Isn’t it supposed to be really freaking scary? Aren’t we all supposed to die? And not just a painless death, from the looks of it? Why do we look forward to something as gruesome as getting scorched by the explosion in Yellowstone, or a meteor strike that sends Wisconsin to the South Pole?
Here’s my reasoning: we’re really, really, really bored.
In the end, we all know that the apocalypse won’t ACTUALLY happen (and if it does, well, you won’t be alive to read this and say I Told You So). But we are stuck in time, a dreadful routine of wake up, get ready, eat breakfast, go to school/work, come home, eat dinner, do work, sleep. This constant cycle means that we become so bored with life and what it has to offer us, that our imagination is instantaneously stimulated by images we’ve never seen before: explosions, the earth cracking in half, volcanic ash sweeping over the globe. We look for anything that will let us escape the repetitive reality of life.
Well, then, that begs the question of “Why are we so bored?” I think it’s because we’ve taken life for granted. We’re so wrapped up in the things that we don’t have that we simply overlook the things that we assume should naturally be ours. These things include, but aren’t limited to: family, friends, food, shelter, clothing, education, and various technological devices.
But even more so than that, we are so focused on what we want that we never take a moment to think about what about our lives could have gone worse. You COULD have fallen into that puddle and ruined your clothes for the day. You COULD be without any talent for anything, just a nobody who is never recognized by society. Your boyfriend or girlfriend COULD have told you that you’re the least pleasant person to get along with and broken up with you in cold blood.

But you DIDN’T fall into the puddle, you DON’T lack talent, and your significant other DIDN’T break up with you today.
So why can’t we appreciate that a little more, without resorting to images of the end of the world as we know it?
In the end, life is simple. It gives you things, and it takes things away from you. Be glad you have what you have, and be glad you had what you had.
Any man who only treat his girl flawlessly on her birthday, Valentine’s Day and Christmas is failing as a boyfriend the other 362 days of the year. The same goes for a girl and her guy.
Anybody who expects some sort of favor just because he/she did something nice for another person is not a friend, but a businessman.
Live every moment of your life like it’s your last day.

To close it off, here’s a question for you:

Do you know with ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CERTAINTY that when you go to sleep, you will wake up tomorrow morning?


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