Darn, We're Still Here

Now what?

I guess I’ll go to work tomorrow. Seeing as how I’m still alive, I’ll need money. And since being alive requires fuel, I’ll use that money for food to move my body and gas to move my car. If I’m smart, I will not waste either.

But I’m not smart. Without thinking, I take more than I need. And I surely resent when I give more than I get. If I had to walk a tight rope for a living, I’d be doomed without a net. Seriously, balance is a concept that looks great on paper but if I found it I’d probably shred it along with all the other useless crap that ends up in my mailbox. No, I don’t use the contents of my shredder to mail packages. I don’t remember the last time I mailed a package. I order online and pay someone else to do that. No, I don’t have a bird cage. And I’m not going to waste precious petrol to take the shredded paper to the recycling center.

We all waste something.

As for the world, as we know it, coming to an end? Duh…of course it’s going to end. And with enough information, you can predict the likely outcome of anything. Still, I fail to understand the need to put a date and time on this event. Maybe we’re not supposed to know. I’ve read too many Stephen King novels to want that information. I’d much rather go about my business and then “poof” be gone. Sure, there’d be a moment or two of confusion. Wasn’t I just in the car driving little Susie to soccer practice? Then the realization that it’s over, whatever it is.

We should be so lucky. Imagine the collective soul of this crazy, beautiful, forsaken planet dancing with the stars and looking down upon what was suddenly left behind. What the heck was that all about? Or, what a waste.

If we knew for certain that the world was coming to an end tomorrow, what one thing have you wasted that you would not waste today?

I’ll tell you what I wouldn’t waste…one second worrying about it.