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The end of the world

I was talking to a colleague a while ago (thank God I’m going to work – now I can talk to people my own age – or, in this case, closer to my age) about the end of the world. I didn’t think the idea would stick as I’ve seen so many movies on this, listened to so many songs… you know, it’s just not something new.

But, two days later, I found myself still thinking about it. What if the planet would be destroyed in a few hours (and we would actually find out about it!!)?

What would I do?

Would I start calling friends, family? I guess everybody would, so the phones would be down. Would I think about what I did right and what I did wrong? Now what would be the point of that? Sorry, but I really consider it a waste of time. Would I panic and freak out, start crying? Pointless and waste of time, again.

If I were away from home I’d rush to wherever my son is, hoping that I get there alive and that my husband would do the same. I’d hug my son real hard and tell him once more how much I love him. I’d play with him, I’d sing a song, I’d let him do whatever he wants. I’d thank him for being in my life and for making it better, for being the best son ever. I try to keep the tears away so that he doesn’t feel anything of what’s going to happen.

I’d tell my husband how lucky I feel to have met him, how happy I am that he insisted on dating me, how incredibly lucky I’ve been to have married him and have had a perfect son. I’d hold him and I’d kiss him and I’d be thankful for having the chance to do this one last time.

I’d take a few minutes to say goodbye (in my mind) to all the ones I love: my family and my close friends.

Would I be sad? Would I regret that my life is ending so soon? Sure I would! But, more important, I’d be happy with the way I lived it and the way I end it (provided that I can be with my husband and my son).

I would just hope that none of us suffer in the end.

However, this was the “perfect”scenario (if there’s anything that can be considered perfect under such circumstances).

On the other hand, if I were away from my family I would cry myself to death, while obsessively dialling over and over again my husband’s (and my son’s) phone numbers, simply for not being able to be close to them.

What would you do?