A few months ago pretty much everyone was making fun of that Christian dude who said the world would end on some random day. I can’t remember all the details and I’m not googling them because, frankly, I don’t care that much. The world didn’t end, people had a good laugh.
For the last 24 hours I have heard more people mention the whole “Aztecs said the world would end in 2012” thing with a macabre level of wary seriousness that befuddles me. Why is it funny when one guy says it and probable when someone else says it?
Let me tell you a secret.
This world is always ending. Always.
The world we have now is not the world we had yesterday or three months ago or five years ago. It will end and we will have a new world tomorrow. A world where some of those who were alive today have gone on. A world where new babies are born and other new lives conceived.
Last night my husband and I took a drive to downtown Nashville for an early date before the crazies hit the road. We’ve lived here 21 years now, and on our way to Blackstone’s we drove past buildings that used to be Atlanta Bread and Baja Fresh and Fred Thompson For President campaign headquarters. We drove past a strip mall that was once a collection of romantic old brick apartments and then a giant Blockbuster and now sells mattresses or something.
21 years ago we were in a Cutlass Ciera and broke but hopeful.
Now we were in a Volvo with a little actual money in the bank. (A bank that didn’t even exist 21 years ago…) The babies we were going to have never made it; the dogs we didn’t expect were waiting for us in the home in a neighbourhood that 21 years ago was someone’s fallow farm.
Yes, the world will end in 2012. A million times it will end and a million times a new one will climb out of the shell. And most of us will never notice.