The End of Everything
This is the end of everything.
The end of the month, the end of the year, the end of our lives, the end of the world as we know it, the end of the universe. It is all coming crashing down in just a few months time, in the blink of an eye our whole lives change and not just small change but wholesale change. A complete overhaul of our lifestyle and goals. No more fun, no more selfish use of time to please my whims. Let me explain. My wife is pregnant and due in June. I will be a 40 year old who has always done as he pleased and has never changed a diaper in is life and I do not want to start now.
However, we are very happy that this event is occurring and we are eagerly awaiting a January 7 ultrasound when we will be able to find out the gender of the little sea-monkey inside her. Hey, it lives in water, what else am I supposed to call it. By the way, I sing my own version of whale song to it regularly on the off chance that if it works for whales that it will work for the creature, again it lives in water whales communicate well through water.
We are also nearing the end of my tenure here on 30 POV as I will soon commemorate my 40th year on the planet. Hitherto, I have been a very selfish person with my time, reserving it almost exclusively for my wife and for my leisure time activities and of course work. I usually train in one form of martial art of other four to five times a week and surf whenever there are waves. I am the world’s oldest 25 year-old. Now that is all coming to a abrupt halt. I will have to become a responsible parent and pass up classes to babysit (which I am told is the wrong way to say this when it is your own child) and I will have to miss waves for family events. This is really going to suck.
But wait, I do not really believe in endings. The end of one thing is really just the beginning of another. This is not even the end of the year; that already happened last week on the 21st. which was the Solstice and natural end of the year. December 31st. is just another made up tradition which used to happen two months earlier before Caesar Augustus and another new year has really already begun. Besides January is named after the two-faced god Janus, looking forward and back and embodying continuity in nature that the ancients knew existed.
Phew, one disaster averted. Now to solve the rest of this equation.
I guess that I will just have to teach the tyke how surf so we can go to the beach together and I can justify surf vacations for the unforeseen future. I will also have to teach the child martial arts, which will provide me with a training partner for years to come. In short, I will have to make fun-time into family-time. My wife will handle basketball and literary instruction (she’s and English teacher). I will work on politics, music (punk), and a proper atheist education. That’s right we are going to raise a little pagan liberal. Parenting might be fun after all.
Nothing is ever really over until we are dead and even then we rot and become food for animals and nutrients for the soil, if left in a natural state. Energy cannot be created or destroyed just transformed and recycled. If the world or universe does end, who cares, we’ll all be dead anyway.
Problems solved. Your welcome.