My mom came over the other night and kept me company while I nursed, burped, changed, fed, soothed, patted the little guy. She brought a movie from the library called Seeking a Friend For the End of the World that looked plain but for a few big stars. We popped it in and took a watch, and it was anice little movie. Nothing crazy dazzling or Oscar-worthy, but it was moving and quirky and charming and best of all, made me reflect on things amidst the hazy, sleepy sweet days of early babyhood.
The premise is that the world is ending in 3 weeks when as astroid will hit the Earth. There’s no stopping it. Steve Carrell’s character’s wife has left him and he decides to seek out a girl he loved in high school. His neighbour, played by Keira Knightly, goes along to help him and they find adventure along the way, as well as some happiness before their time is up.
You always hear people say things like “make each moment count” and “live each day as if it were your last” and I can’t really do that. It’s not in my nature – I like to plan ahead too much – and this movie kind of shows that maybe it’s not so realistic to truly act as if it could be your last moment. If the world really were ending I think it’s fair to assume some folks would loot and steal and not think twice. Things would kind of fall apart as people stopping doing their jobs, food would be scarce, and so on.
I guess the takeaway is that even if it’s not your last moment, you can still try to make it an enjoyable moment. Do things you love. Take that vacation you’ve always wanted instead of socking money away for a rainy day.
Stay up to watch the sunrise. Don’t freak out about dirt dishes piling up on the counter. Be with the people you love, make memorable moments raising a happy family, and treasure them.
So I’m trying to carve out a bit of time for myself to write and think. I’m enjoying each little baby cuddle even if it comes after a 3am wakeup. I’m trying to get outside in the fresh air and feel the sunshine on my face.