The World Is Ending!!

The year is 2012, you know, the year the Mayan calendar predicts the end of the world as we know it.  With each passing day we are getting closer to our December 21st showdown with fate.  Amazingly, however, it feels like the hype surrounding the 2012 prediction is slowing way down.

In years past, I could have scrolled through the channels on TV, and found at least one program predicting a destiny of death in 2012.  Now the phenomenon seems as forgotten as Chia pets.

So I say we step it up, people!  I want to turn on the news and hear all about the man who created a most elaborate underground bunker/laboratory; I want to read about the concerned scientist who has recently been stripped of all licenses and degrees for claiming he had groundbreaking evidence of our eventual doom; I want camps popping up all across this great nation with purposes varying from hunkering down to try and survive, to a 7 month party for those who want to ride this thing out on a high note.

Fear of the end of the world has been around forever, and I think it’s probably a good thing.  Questions organically arise from the idea of a doomsday.  Questions like: What would you do if you knew the world was ending tomorrow?  In a week?  A month?

Answers to those questions can be really fun to think about, and generally we say we would do the kinds of things that make us truly happy.  You might say to yourself, “why am I not doing that for a living if it is what I really want to do!?”

Well, while the idea of living every day like its your last seems like a great one at first, I think it would get pretty hairy.  Skydiving every day might get taxing on your wallet, making out with total strangers in the elevator could get you arrested, etc.

But I do think it is possible to do this in moderation.  I’ve come up with an alteration on that ethos: live one day a week like its your last.  And, of course, keep it within the law, or at least most of the law.

I’ve recently—in the past two weeks—made a vow to myself to try and do this, and while I have probably not  done some of the things I would actually do if I knew it was my last day on earth, I have been committed to being more active in the things I want to do.

In the past three weeks I have created a raised bed vegetable garden, found a sweet walking stick and am in the process of sanding and coating it to be my sidekick on hikes, and brewed beer and joined Habitat for Humanity.  I have committed to hiking the tallest peak in every state within a reasonable distance of Pittsburgh—Mt. Davis you’re up this weekend if the weather holds, bud—and I’m hoping that can one day turn into all 50 states.

I think everyone should try and live one day a week like its their last—or at least try and do something you’ve really wanted to do.  What’s holding you back?  The world is ending in December, guys.  I’m hoping somebody starts that 7-month party camp.  Any eccentric millionaires reading this?