Uh.....is the world really ending May 21?

It's May 19th.

Aside from the fact that my blogging hiatus is not entirely over, despite some promising signs of revival, now I find out the world is ending on May 21. Saturday.

Look I'm a numbers guy too, but Mr Harold Egbert Camping.......c'mon.

I'd like to be one of the 200 million being Raptured too, but just in case I'm not, please come back and let me know what I'm missing out on. I'm really really curious.

Joking aside, the positive thing out of these dire predictions is this: life is short. Harold thinks it is only going to last 2 days more. But reality is, our lives on this physical plane is finite. So make the most of it.

Let your desires for belonging and significance; drive you closer to your loved ones, make you reach out to the broken and lonely, take stock of what is truly important, truly beautiful and above all, don't waste time!

I had a friend of mine pass away recently. Early fifties. Cancer. I was honoured to know her. Yes she had some terrible days in her journey into eternity. Days unseen by me. Days alone. But her bravery and honesty was inspiring to all. She didn't want to die. She wanted to grow old with her husband, and watch her beautiful girls get married, and have kids. She wanted to live.

So in defiance of death. She lived. She laughed. Cried.  And we did it with her.  Through that we were so touched by her life. And she truly transcended death. 800 people showed up to celebrate her life.

So whether it be 2 days, or until you get hit by a car, or die in your sleep at the age of 101, time is precious. Life is precious. The amount of time is irrelevant.

Don't waste it like Harold is. All doom and gloom. That's no fun.

Wow. Really?

OK. I'm trying to figure out how it's possible that my last post was in September 2010. It's now March 2011.

You know. The answer is priority. It's where you give time. And time is a limited commodity in this continuum. And I've chosen to spend it elsewhere.

But I'm determined. I'm back.