We Lived to Tell the Tale
If the Mayans really ended the calendar at 12.21.2012 and meant it to be the end of the world, they had it wrong. Or maybe, they meant different and it was the scholars who did. Either way, the world lives on and people are back to speculating, how the dooms day had actually been rescheduled and that when it REALLY happens, it will be because of some comet - gone were the planets aligning, those kinds of things. Now, I don't know how that is possible, I don't even know how comets function, to be honest. I just know they're somewhere in the universe.
It's funny how they let this "new" information out after the 21st though, when it was supposedly going to happen.
Anyway, this city I currently live in is windy. When there's a storm, the wind overpowers the rain, which is the exact opposite of what we have back home.
The weather was bad on 21, and I thought, for one second, that it was actually happening. I need a faith check. But you see, the wind was so wild you could hear it like an engine revving, and the curtains were flying, the lights kept going out, my sleep restless.
There are things you never get out of your body, like your body itself. Some things I had fear of in childhood, I still have now. I used to ask my mother if the world was going to end when there was a big storm hitting, she'd say no and I'd believe her until another storm came in and I'd need to ask her again. As if asking the same question and hearing the same answer over and over would make it okay. I don't ask the same question, sure, but the fear remains. Strong winds are like God's wrath to me. I think He's trying to slap the world, or something.
So, you see, I can't have the world ending. I'd die before then.
It's funny how they let this "new" information out after the 21st though, when it was supposedly going to happen.
Anyway, this city I currently live in is windy. When there's a storm, the wind overpowers the rain, which is the exact opposite of what we have back home.
The weather was bad on 21, and I thought, for one second, that it was actually happening. I need a faith check. But you see, the wind was so wild you could hear it like an engine revving, and the curtains were flying, the lights kept going out, my sleep restless.
There are things you never get out of your body, like your body itself. Some things I had fear of in childhood, I still have now. I used to ask my mother if the world was going to end when there was a big storm hitting, she'd say no and I'd believe her until another storm came in and I'd need to ask her again. As if asking the same question and hearing the same answer over and over would make it okay. I don't ask the same question, sure, but the fear remains. Strong winds are like God's wrath to me. I think He's trying to slap the world, or something.
So, you see, I can't have the world ending. I'd die before then.
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