I’ve put thought into end of the world scenarios before. I mostly imagined that it was the sun imploding eons earlier than expected, or we finally began atomic warfare that ultimately created the Fallout Universe, or maybe Mad Max. Ironically, it felt like we were living in one for a little bit, seeing how the media had been reacting to the pandemic.
However, I’ll go with the whole “sun imploding” idea, just because it’s kinda of an inevitable situation and there’s no way to escape the Sun literally dying. The world ending like that wouldn’t be so bad because I guess we wouldn’t really know at all. It’s still a terrifying thought, though.
Hypothetically if we knew the world was ending and we had 24 hours left, I would stay up for as long as possible, and would spend as much time with my loved ones as possible. But that’s not me being simple, I would probably admit to things I had never told anyone, just so at the very least I could have a clear conscious when the world ends.
Eventually, maybe I would pray too. But I think at the same time I would be trying to live what time I have to the fullest. Granted, a lot of this is just hypothetical thinking for what I may do if the world ended like that. There’s a lot of philosophical things I could likely say that wouldn’t be as entertaining to read as me saying I would admitting to my faults.
Even then, there’s nothing very entertaining about the world ending, is there?
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