It's the End of the World as We Know it

I've been thinking a lot lately about mortality. Not because I think I'm going to die soon or anything like that, but more because I've never felt like there's been enough time to get everything I want to do in life done. It seems to be a very uniquely human attribute, that we focus so much of our lives on the singular knowledge that one day we won't be there anymore. It makes me wonder what we would spend our time thinking about if we were immortal or even just weren't cognizant of the fact that we were mortal.

Really, in my opinion that overreaching sense of mortality is the reason so many people fixate on the idea that the world is going to end within their life time, the most recent dating being given, December 21st, 2012, or in a little more than 4 years from now. If that is the case, maybe everything I've thought is wrong, but if you look back through history, I don't think there has been an generation go by that wasn't certain that the world was going to end in their lifetime. In my opinion, that's just simple narcissism. We know that we are going to come to an end, as they say the only thing certain in life is death and taxes. The moment we are conceived we start moving towards an inevitable endpoint, and thus we can't fathom how the world isn't moving towards its own end. I mean, I assume one day, the world will end. Time kills everything apparently, but I sincerely doubt it will be anytime soon, let alone while I am still on the planet. Projecting your own mortality onto the planet doesn't make it end anytime sooner. We just know we have about 70 year god-willing. Knowing that I can predict that I'm going die somewhere around 2060 give or take a couple decades baring no advances major advances in medical technology. We have plenty of statistics to tell us about our own mortality, the world's mortality is a shot in the dark. We've only had one, and there's no statistics for us to study, so rather than focus on our mortality we seem to love to focus on something irrational and indeterminable because that's what we seem to love to do.

Humans are a strange race of beings.
-Lia