Happy Ending?

Half past midnight my mind went abroad.

I thought of songs that have one thing in common;

“If the world is ending…”

I guess it makes sense.

If everything’s ending and nothing else matters,

I imagine, that’s when everyone stripped down.

No more social classes, the rich and the poor, status and fame, age gap, the healthy and the sick. 

Whatever you’re wearing, wherever you live, whomever with — everyone would be wiped out.

No exception.

Then it hit me hard.

Days after, my fellow asked me:

“What would you do if you knew that the world is ending in 2 days?”

I was startled. 

I worked hard to get to where I am today.

I’m not ready to let go.

I didn’t even go to Japan, or skydiving.

And then I thought about my parents.

Can I get a ticket to J town when everything’s ending? 

Do I have time?

Also, will I be contacting someone to hug him for the last time?

And why am I not sure who that someone is?

Then I realize that I have been making decisions all my life, based on man-made things;

Money, fame, status, physique — hedonism, materialism. 

I do see intentions too, brain, heart, and chemistry.

But after all, I’m no Dakota, and they’re neither Chris Evans nor Pedro Pascal.

Am I materialistic? Am I shallow?

“I’d try heroine, and then go on, have the best coffee and all that.”

She broke my tangled mind situation with a laugh.

Well I guess that makes sense too.