I always kind of thought about it this way:
The end of the world is kinda like death. If it does happen, chances are, you won't care. If it doesn't happen, most people won't change how they are on every other day. Look at the doom n' gloom around Y2K - when nothing happened, nothing else happened, either. We just changed calendar pages and went back to our lives.
That said - I'd rather spend real time with the people I love everyday than try to cram a lifetime's worth of living in the last few hours left. I still grieve my mom these three and a half months on, for all those times I didn't do that.
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At Fiddler’s Green, where seamen true
When here they’ve done their duty
The bowl of grog shall still renew
And pledge to love and beauty.
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