Goodbye.

7 days.

End of the world.

I let that sink in. It’s so foreign, the idea that the world as we know it will end in 7 days. What does the “end of the world” mean?

Total blackness?

Planetal Collision? Natural disasters? Pure emptiness?

One thing I know for sure is that no humans will be alive at the end of 7 days. I can’t quite process that. It’s like saying goodbye forever to a family member. You just can’t accept the fact that you will never see them alive again.

Until they are gone.

And you are left there, alone, with a gaping emptiness where they once were.

The end of humanity sounds so much like a game to me right now. “Buy this plant to restore oxygen...” and so on. It’s just so.....unreal. Like EVERYTHING and EVERYONE I know including me will be wiped out at the end of 7 days? That’s only 168 hours, or 100,80 minutes or......604,800 seconds. The clock’s still ticking.

With no one left, “memories” is merely a single word. Although I am ready to leave this world, I want to leave something behind, assuming that anything will remain after we are all gone. Maybe I’ll carve my name onto a large boulder. I know. It sounds so cliché, but I want to leave something, anything, behind, as a reminder that I existed, even if just for a fleeting second in the infinite time and space of the universe.

Even if I’m just a tiny speck of dust, in an universe filled with the extraordinary,

I did exist.