Ah, those prophetic Mayans and the havoc they can wreak. The world has been abuzz with rumors of the end of the world on December 21, 2012. I’m sure there are zealots out there madly packing the rest of their doomsday supplies into their bunkers and preparing for the implosion of our glorious Earth.
Let me first say I am NOT among the people who believe our world is coming to a complete and tragic end, but there is always that part of my brain, the part that I access when I am writing fiction, that leads me to ponder the calamity of that potentiality. Within those firing neurons of my creative mind, the mottled dark clouds of possibility hover and the water that saturates those clouds nourishes the seeds of the garden of my imagination. If the world does end in a cataclysmic event of epic proportions, there are a few truths I would like to state for the ethereal record.
I can admit that I have had impure thoughts, but that can only prove that I am human. I can also say that I have loved deeply. I can say that I have tried to suck as much marrow out of my life as possible, and I have learned a great deal about myself in the process. I can say that I made mistakes, learned about the person I truly am and I gained self-confidence along the way. I gave myself the freedom to express myself through this blog, the courage to believe that people would want to read it and find meaning within those words that I so carefully crafted.
I can say that I have seen the breathtaking beauty of the constellations unencumbered by the glare of the city, and I have watched the Northern Lights undulating like a green blanket across an otherwise blackened sky. I have enjoyed the rich elegance of the four seasons and found a deep beauty within each of them. I have made a snow angel, cried after watching a television commercial and known the overwhelming sense of bereavement after losing a loved one. I can say that I have showered in the rain, and I have I can say I left this world comfortable to be the person I have become. I can say that, while on this orb we call home, I truly lived.
If the Mayans merely ran out of time, material and energy to continue their calendar beyond December 21st, 2012, I will be back to pontificate on many more polysyllabic profundities. But if the Mayans were right and there really is no tomorrow – what would you want the world to know before you departed this life?