Do you ever find yourself surrounded by strangers and think, “what if, in a moment from now, is the beginning of the end of the world; and this is who you’re stuck with: STRANGERS.”

 

You don’t know who they are, what they are planning or if they are plotting against you. I’m Native, so I don’t trust anyone. Even more so now, since it’s the end of the world and what not.

 

The pretty people stay together, to make sure their gene pool don’t end up with a bloated carcass floating in it. The smarts, they also stick with themselves. The logically ones with leadership abilities and harbour the gifts of fairness and rationalism are usually the first ones killed or banished. So try your best to blend in folks. The ones with families, lose their minds. The quiet ones lose theirs sooner. Sometimes they end up taking others with them. The elitists? Assholes. The brutes? Also assholes, who are usually hired by the elitists to take away any semblance of power from the rest of us.

 

The end of the world creates more division and exclusivity. The sick don’t last long. Disease will run through us, if we don’t have the medicine people with us, or if we can’t find certain medicines around us. Engorged grocery giants will turn into compost with time. Then famine sets in. Accidents claim more lives. Panic silences others.

 

Evil men and evil women and evil people from all walks of life will vy for dominance. They will create new land acknowledgements No, all lives don’t matter. As mothers lose their children to chaos. As chaos tells a child to slap their mother.

 

Nothing is just in your elevator grouping of five. Or on your streetcar of fifty-two. Holding hands and speaking of chants that speak of oneness. When just twenty minutes before you were segregated to different versions of yourself that still separate you from the others who were segregating themselves with different versions of themselves that were segregating themselves with different versions of themselves as you all ate a shitty “hot” breakfast.

 

But chaos and loss can drive us together as much as pull us apart. When one is sick, you try to provide healing. When a baby cries you look for its guardian or you become a temporary guardian of that crying babe. And yes, it depends on the role you play and the gifts that you have been given. But whatever your power might be, you can still change the world of someone else’s. And maybe change our own process along the way. Because each minute that passes is only measured if you did something in that minute or not. So don’t wait until the end to do something. Do it now, before the end happens. And before you find yourself in a place full of strangers.