The End Time.
If somebody from the past asked me what the world is like in 2050, I would find it difficult to explain the life we live. I would probably say it isn’t what the books or the movies depicted it to be. It isn’t what science presumed it to be, even with strong logical support on their theories. It was different from everything we had pictured. It was different from everything we were prepared for. I believe that is where we as humans went wrong.
Theory, although strong with logical reasoning is no match for reality. Reality has a relentless intrinsic opportunity of being unpredictable. This unpredictability led our race through a labyrinth of changes and here we are now a few days after the dawn of 2050. We fought our way through apocalypses, we hid from the prosthetic face of extinction and we did things we never imagined we could do. Yet we fell behind slowly, complacent, into the lying arms of defeat.
Back then, in the little of the life I remember, the media glorified the future, because the world foresaw what science was capable of. But, something went wrong somewhere. The people with the brains, the geniuses of the world, the scientists and the researchers and everyone else in charge of leading the world to betterment, I think they forgot the magnitude of the forces of nature and the world in which science is only a variable and nothing but.
Along the journey to this day, many of us died. We call them the lucky ones. The survivors watched things get from bad to worse. Life was a vicious cycle, and the brave took their own lives because they couldn’t take the world anymore. But I’m getting ahead of my story so I will go back to the beginning. Or the end, if you may. The end of everything you know, and the beginning of everything to come, the things that even I, after living in this Post-Resurrection era, am not fully aware of.
The end of 2011, the buzzword then was the End of Days. We all feared the end; we all wondered what was beyond it. We all wondered if it would actually happen. What we did not know, did not kill us. At least for some time. Presumed to be the last year on planet earth, the world became a stranger place. I had never set my eyes on anything so magical. The end was approaching and the world decided to welcome it with open arms.
Everybody forgot their discords and became friends with everyone else. It took the end of the world to finally bring peace. I remember thinking it was too late. Nations came together to celebrate the world, to celebrate life and to celebrate the end. I remember the sensation that hung in the air during the last few months. There were warm smiles, loving embraces, all full of sympathy to each other. We were like a train full of passengers on a collision course, looking at the end, accepting our fates and smiling through it, wanting to die a happy death. Our eyes were glazed with memories, and our hearts and minds were working fervently to make the most of the little time we had. Something we should have started doing a long, long time ago.
Giant screens occupied every major junction, illustrating the history of mankind as we knew it. The moon landing, Tiananmen Square, the aeroplane, fall of the Berlin Wall, the first computer and every other significant success we lived through was shown for the world to remember what we had accomplished. Our achievements were remembered, our shortfalls were forgotten. Celebrations filled the streets as the people everywhere in the world partied till the end. Music, money, mania, love, festivities. In this manner, we made our way down to the 21st of December in the year 2012. The day the Mayans predicted as the end of the world.
As the days got closer, solemnity replaced the celebrations. We came together as a single race to watch everything we knew, everything we built fall victim to the forces of nature. We watched the world take all our mistakes throughout history and turn them into a web of destruction. It was nature’s revenge for the sacrifices we made. We stood at the face of danger, at the face of the end, with tears in our eyes and heavy hearts, holding onto family friends, lovers, neighbors, pets and strangers.
We waited in silence.
That was the day the world ended.
For the first time.
To be continued…
Got the idea when I saw this tweet by @ZackOzzy. Started thinking about the concept and came up with this. Trying to turn this into a full story, although I have a knack for leaving a lot of stuff incomplete. So until I do complete it, this is where the end begins.