People have been trying to predict the end of the world since its beginning. It’s always the same. Some group of people sets a date based on some “scientific” or religious evidence. People chatter obnoxiously and freak out, and then the day comes and goes. This is the sequence of events every time people predict the world’s end, and so far, the predictions have always been wrong.
The approaching Mayan 2012 prediction has been on everybody’s mind for some time, so what has me thinking about it now? No, I did not just watch “2012,” nor did the Mayans contact me about their calendar. Instead, while eating lunch in Russell House, my roommate brought to the table a wordy brochure a gentleman had handed her in passing. From what I could extract, a religious group predicts the world will end in May, based on a mathematical equation inspired by biblical readings.
I’m not trying to bash anyone’s beliefs; I just don’t get the fascination of trying to predict the end of the world. What’s the point in worrying? It’s not like we can prevent it. If it’s going to happen, it’s going to happen. And congratulations to the guy who guesses the right day. Perhaps he’ll receive a Nobel Prize, you know, the day after everyone realizes he was actually right — wait, that wouldn’t really work.
We should stop trying to figure out the final day, and instead focus on the now. It’s fine to plan for the future, but we should enjoy today rather than worry about tomorrow. We should take care of our planet and ourselves, but there is no need to overly obsess. Whether the world ends because of global warming, an asteroid or a zombie apocalypse, we should just try to live life to the fullest, make each day a better day and stop debating the issue. Besides, everyone knows the world is going to end Dec. 21, 2012. I kid, I kid.