The more I think about it, the more I feel like people seem to have some level of desire to see “THE END”. Call it morbid curiosity. Call it nihilism. Call it death anxiety. Whatever. It seems like with all the effort people give to thinking about “the downfall”, there must be some fascination with it.
There’s so many forms of it. Doomsday preppers. Prophetic apocalypses. Global warfare. Climate disasters. The rise of fascism. People see “THE END” in so many different ways. And with the world not becoming any less precarious any time soon, we can only expect these mass-anxities to continue. (And the rich guys certainly have a vested interest in the end of everything. They get to keep their High Score.)
Or maybe not. Maybe human civilization (in at least some form) will continue for millennia more. Maybe we’re far off from the end. But one thing is certain: for each and every one of us walking this earth, the end is at most a century away, give or take a few decades.
“How grand would it be to witness the end of everything!” cries the mortal pretender. For it is not just his death, but the death of all that he knows – and he gets to bear witness.
Life got a lot better for me in the last few years as well but what good it that when the world goes to shit?
I’m trying my best to not worry but it’s getting harder and harder.
i feel this. it’s kind of a blessing though. i mean look at it like this: if you knew you only had 5 years left, what would you do with that time? it would probably look like investing in the future of others (which also encompasses political action). and of course it would also look like a lot of gratitude and merrymaking.
truth is that none of us are guaranteed to be here that long. confronting that is hard. but that awareness is what actually allows us to live a meaningful life.