If the world went down in three weeks, what would you do with your life lately? Leaving school, quitting your job, taking drugs, partying, traveling, spending time with the people you really love? Yesterday I was looking “looking for a friend for the end of the world” to deal with exactly this situation. All people crawled out of their everyday lives and tried all the things they always wanted to do. In the face of death, it doesn’t matter what others think of it.
Why now? Why does it need an end soon to begin living? Our time is limited. Even if we don’t know the exact time of our death, we can in all likelihood assume that it will occur. So what are we waiting for?