December 21, 2012 and the Mayan prediction…it’s either the end of time or a new beginning…the classic “glass half empty, glass half full”. The Mayans have always been shrouded in mystery, wise and far before their time. Scholars and scientists have interpreted them as a serious, sometimes savage people whose use of mathematics and astronomy is mind-boggling. They were one of the first civilizations to develop a written language as a form of communication and carved their messages into the sides of pyramids. These ancient billboards stand today as a testament to the past and some would believe…a key to the future.
The Mayans were brilliant…maybe smarter than we thought. What if these ancient carvings were the first tabloids and the laugh is on us? Come on…there had to be a Mayan or two with a sense of humor.
Maybe Kankar and Yax got fed up with dragging all those stones up the hill for the pyramid, and one night, after hitting the ale skins hard, decided to add some old school graffiti to the side of the wall. What if two thousand and twelve was the biggest number they could think of, one and two were the only numbers they knew, or maybe they just ran out of room. Could be Mikrak and Kozak, two local “go-to” guys for the latest information on the hill, got tired of being so serious and decided to lighten up, using the pyramids like an ancient internet to ruin our day…April Fools.
We’ve all heard nothing is ever definite unless it’s written in stone…right? Uh-oh.
The world didn’t grind to a halt at the beginning of 2000 and December 21, 2012 will come and go…probably. Still, the “what if” of it lingers like a dead skunk smell and a whiff of it now and then is a reminder of how quick and fragile time is and what we make of what we get is what should define us.
Whether it’s a bunch of bunk, or written in stone and out of our control, I’m not taking any chances. I’m making the next three hundred and fifty six days the best I can for me. I’m considering this blog my pyramid and sending it into cyberspace so that someday, somewhere, someone will read it and say “this chick really got it”…
I love a metaphor…like the little black dress, it’s timeless and fits every occasion. My plan is simple…five steps each day to the best day…my metafive…so to speak.
1. Make my bed every morning.
2. Don’t litter.
3. Look up and let go.
4. Eat cake.
5. Laugh and cry.
I’m about to jump off the bridge…come on…join me…you’ve got nothing to lose…
and just in case Mayans were right…well…I’m just saying….
I think I’ll start with step four…later peeps…