The one benefit to these doomsday prophecies is that it makes one stop for a second to think "What if they are right? What if it all disappears tomorrow? Why am I at work when I should be in Paris cafe with my loved ones?" Of course, if it all disappears, there should be no regrets as the world has lived its course. I think it's more difficult if you're the one disappearing, and others live on, which is the struggle for people who are terminally ill.
I read this article in New Zealand Herald and loved the author's words: Make it count tomorrow. Do all the things that matter to you, do nothing else. Write letters, spill secrets, make declarations, hold your beloved in your arms.
But why are we waiting until the end of the world? We have no guarantees on tomorrow. Why not tell people you love how you feel? That's simple enough, isn't it?
There's a scene in the movie "Madagascar II" when the plane is crashing and they all believe they will die. So, the characters are revealing their secrets (you're a true friend, I broke your iPod). Melman (the giraffe) shouts to Gloria (the hippo) how he loves her and always has. They survive and it's ... awkard.
That's the fear we have about our tomorrows. What if the truth is revealed and it becomes awkward. There's no way out and we have to live within that framework each day. On the other hand, what if it doesn't and becomes more authentic? No surprises.
Each morning, I have inspiring quotes from Dalai Lama and Paulo Coelho on my Facebook page (go to their page and "Like" them). I suppose the "Rapture" news hit Senor Coelho which prompted the message: