Well, tomorrow the world ends. That has never really been a problem for
me. I say, “Finally! Bring it on!”
Because as I have discussed, suicide is not the answer for me, but I’ve
always thought a timely, truly accidental death would suit me just fine. It would get me out of here. So if tomorrow is the end of the world, I’m
ok with that. But as I was thinking
about that tonight, I realized that I’m also ok if tomorrow isn’t the
end of the world. And that is
unusual thinking for me. After the year
(year and a few months, really)I’ve had –the year from hell-, my hope is
finally starting to trail back in. I’m
more somber. I might even go so far as
to say I’m a little less fun. But I’m a
better me. A more grounded, hopeful
me. A me who isn’t completely terrified
of the future. And so I say, “Bring it
on, Mayans. Either way is fine by me.”
No comments:
Post a Comment