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2012 - Out of Time

I bought enough batteries to last a year, uncooked beans and rice in 20 lb bags, filled every gasoline can we owned to the brim.  I collected empty plastic milk jugs for a year then filled them with tap water.  I bought several boxes of old-fashioned matches and several pallets of barbecue briquettes. I even learned now to load and shoot the two firearms we owned.

The sky was all purple
There were people running everywhere

Many laughed at me. It was 1999 and I was preparing for the big Y2K digital meltdown.

When nothing happened, it took me several months to water the patio plants with the 250 gallons of water I had hoarded.  It took longer to use up all the other supplies. (I still have some leftover D batteries in the bottom junk drawer in the kitchen.)
Now an even bigger disaster is predicted – December 21, 2012 - the day Bolon Yokté K’uh, a Mayan god of war and creation, will descend from the sky, and the pages on the Tortuguero Monument calendar end.
We could all die any day
Those who believe - 2012’ers - are so franticly preparing for the end of the world that they forget that life is measured by how we live it, what we accomplish, how we made a difference. 
They hoard and spend their time and money building underground silos in remote destinations, avariciously protecting their hoards of MRE’s. They lament the ticking of time, frightened of dying. They ignore the beauty around them today in preparation for a post-apocalyptic tomorrow.
Parties weren’t meant to last
I’d rather dance my life away

I am just as scared as the next person about death, but as far as I know, no one survives that inevitability.  Even if I could, I wouldn’t want to exist without my family, my friends, the fantastic life I enjoy now.

I prefer to live life now - with no regrets, happy, and accountable for my actions.  I will not let Internet rumors, prophets listening to telepathic messages from alien planets, or a disaster movie with bad ratings distract me from my true focus.  If I have lived my life to its fullest potential, then why should I fear my death?
But – Psst! - just in case, I have a couple of packages of D batteries I am willing to sell you real cheap. 
Oops, out of time -

Comments

  1. I so agree with you...let's make hay while the sun shines...My grandmother used to scare me to death about the Second Coming. I had vivid nightmares as a child. Now, I prefer to be kind and hope for the best...I have no more fears about the Rapture or any other Doomsday. However,I am deathly afraid of icy roads. Just don't want to meet my Maker after sliding off a cliff.

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  2. I think it is a sign of the End Times that I will be turning 30 and giving birth in 2012! oh what a year.... ;)

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