I'm not a believer in end-of-the-world scenarios like the Rapture and the end of the Mayan calendar, but this latest fateful date did get me thinking about why we fear the end of the world.
I think we fear not having the time to do everything we hope to do. When supposed doomsdays pass without incident, we feel a jolt of life. The world spins on as otherwise scheduled. For me, the reality is more frightening: we will die on an unpredictable day, leaving hundreds of loose ends.
Bleak, but also a reminder to do what we can, while we can.