If the world ended tomorrow, would I be happy with the today that I lived?

Yeah, probably.  I mean, I didn’t do anything spectacular, not even close.  But I did, however, spend time with some friends, have some good laughs, watch good tv/movies, win at solitaire on my phone and go to the one monday class that I enjoy.  Sure, it wasn’t a perfect day but it was a pretty good day.

But then again, isn’t your last day supposed to be…well, epic?  Isn’t it supposed to be the day that you do things you would never normally do, the day that you throw caution to the wind, the day that you say ‘screw off’ to all your inhibitions and just live?  Yeah, probably.  Was that my day?  No, not at all.  Not even close.

So would i be happy with the today that I lived?  Well, it doesn’t really matter when all is said and done, right?  Because if the word did end tomorrow I wouldn’t actually be alive to care.

What do you do when this is it.  When you realize the complete, absolute, banality of your existence.  When it suddenly hits you that your existence is pointless, that you have completely nothing to offer the world.

What do you do?

I wish I knew.  Cause I really don’t.  I have absolutely no clue.

And that is not reassuring at all.