I'm not a believer of the Mayan calendar, or Nostradamus's predictions, but tonight, I am feeling the urge to entertain the thought of the world ending tomorrow. Everyone has been talking about it, and for a long time I haven't really thought about it, until tonight. Before my baby came to my life, I wasn't so afraid to die. Now he's the reason I am living and the source of my fear for death and endings. But what if the end of the world is really tomorrow? What will I do? I look at my little boy playing so joyfully, smiling peacefully, a creature of pure beauty.. Then I shut the thought of endings and think of the life I'd love to spend with my son in more tomorrows.
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