To me, the end of the world has been a very real thing for most of my life. I am almost surprised at everyday I wake up and the world itself hasn’t fallen into a black hole, or been blown up by humans, or taken over by aliens.
It’s gonna happen eventually…when and how is the real question!
I’ve been waiting for so long, everyday just wanting to see the end for myself. I want my normal work day to be shaken by world wide news of fire falling from the sky. I’m just waiting to feel the ground quake for the final time, for the masses of creatures to panic across the land.
Where will I be when it goes down? How far from loved ones will I be? Will we be compelled to run, or stand our ground? What decisions will I make for myself and my family? Will I be forced to abandon them and fight for my own survival? Will they be able to keep up and hold strong like me? Or will I be helpless to do anything at all?
For me the thought of being a witness to the end has always won over the thought of suicide. Its exciting to me, and would bring one final epic adventure before the lights go out. Will I be thankful to witness the end, like I’ve wanted for so long? Or will I shit myself at the site of the destruction?
How do you feel about the “end of the world” topic? What’s your opinion?