End of the world

If the world really ended on the 21st of December...


I imagine a few things,


I imagine that there would be people all around the world telling people what they’ve always wanted to tell them. People telling others that they love them, that they miss them, that they forgive them, that they wished things would turn out different, all of the things that we keep inside ourselves and wait for the ‘right time’ to, or just things we thought we would never ever say.


I also imagine that there would be people around the world doing things that they wouldn’t normally do. Impulsive things, things out of their ‘character’ and things that because of the bounds of society, they wouldn’t do in the first place. This would show firstly who they really are and secondly what they want to be.


I finally imagine that despite these two things above, people will use whatever time they have left wisely. Ration it between the above two things and some people will not even ration it at all. Whether the last few days are spent telling people how much they love them or doing things that they wouldn’t normally do, they would spend that time wisely and make sure that every second of their entire existence was towards something of value.


But I guess people aren’t doing this, so the world isn’t going to end. It almost makes me want it to.