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Doom and Gloom

I stumbled upon (with Stumbleupon) They Warned Us… a web page that counts down the end of the world according to the Mayan calendar. In fact, it’s actually the end of the “Long Count”, which falls on a winter solstice in 2012.

Regardless of what the calendar is about, I’m amazed that they were able to predict, 2300 years in the future, when a winter solstice would fall. What’s also amazing is that they calculated time backward to place themselves at a certain point during that calendar. The start of it was the birth of their deities, the end of it, well… the end of it. Nothing would exist beyond that date. No dire predictions: beyond the winter solstice 2012, time would cease to exist.

dictonWhether it’s the Maya or Nostradamus, worrying about events that may or may not happen seems to me kind of futile. There are so many events we need to worry about now, in our private life, our family, our community, country, or the world, that it’s hard to think about the world ending based on Mesoamerican counting.

I’ve decided not long ago that there is room in my life for worrying, but not bitching. If I worry about something, I want to feel I’m able to do something about it (even if it’s only a very small something, such as my contribution to reduce global warming). If I’m not able — or willing– to do something, then all this worrying turns into self-pity or egocentrism, which is definitely not attractive.

I recently realized that an acquaintance, for reasons I can’t fathom, loathes me. I worried about it for a week then mentally shook myself: was this person worth me doing something about it, like confronting him? After a bit of soul searching, I realized that whether he liked me or not had and would never have an impact on what’s important in my life and that the fact that I was worrying about it was more about self-indulgence than real feelings. I was not prepared to confront him because he is not really part of my life, except very minimally. So, off with his head. He’s gone.

Now I have room to worry about my father-in-law’s hip operation and whether I should go spend a few days with my mother-in-law to help her with the house.

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