For centuries, scholars and commoners alike have all pondered one thing,
“How will it all end”?
Every religion has its own “End of days” stories.
Even today, we look for signs, signals that prove what we believe to be true, prophecies.
Every generation has foretold of “The end is near”, and every generation before now has been wrong.
Today, as I type this on X, people are still searching for answers, looking for clues laid in the past, present, and even future for us to find now, in this time.
What today says about us is that we are no different than those of the past. Our hopes and dreams are the same, as is our nightmares.
We, as humans have lived in an existential quagmire since our inception, but our crisis is that of our own creation.
Perhaps it is that the “End of days” tales come at the end of our Holy doctrines is why they are the ones so fresh in our minds, perhaps it’s us, trying to live inside such stories, to be a part of something that you’ve only read about in books.
That is where we went wrong.
Instead of needlessly craving to live vicariously through the tales of doom and despair, we should be craving to live in the glorious times, the times of feast, and of harmony. Live through the healing, not the pain. Live through the joy, not the suffering.
But in all reality, if the End of days is truly near? What a time to be alive.
📸: the internet