A friend has set his status message to 2012. Ominous. A reminder – no not of the Olympics in London, but the end of the world. Learn more about it here, if you don’t know about it. Go ahead and kill the messenger.
Either of two things will happen on December 21, 2012. The world won’t come to an end, or it will. If it doesn’t, there isn’t much to it – life may continue as it is, or not. My indulgence is if it does.
World over people are preparing to protect themselves from everything. Financial distress, nuclear attacks, Hep A, B, & C, second-hand smoke, heartbreaks, liver cirrhosis, house repossession for non-payment of mortgages, terrorist attacks, global warming a.k.a climate change, bad breath, UV radiation with SPF 15, junk-food, futures trading in oil, hybrid cars, and pre-nup agreements.
What a waste!
Four years later all of this will come to a nought. So much time to protect ourselves from all that may never hurt us; no time for love.