I probably think about the end of the world more than is healthy. I remember seeing Mad Max as a kid and obsessing over what I would do in that situation. (I still cant watch disaster movies.) Between unseasonable weather, bomb attempts in New York, oil spills, etc., I was thinking about it again more than I probably should. So I had to remember this poem:
Yes, by William Stafford
It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It could you know. Thats why we wake
and look out--no guarantees
in this life.
But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
like evening.
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