Namely, the biggie, imo: global climate change.
Perhaps all the other biggies next in line
might be repaired or reversed in time to avert utter catastrophe on a global scale. But I'm believing by now that global climate change has
already passed the tipping point, and it seems a number of reputable scientists are starting to agree about that.
If we who believe this are right, then it seems to me we're sort of like a Roadrunner cartoon -- the part where Wile E. Coyote has run straight off a cliff into thin air and there's this moment where he freezes there, hanging for a bit, while he realizes what he's done and what's about to happen. Then he sees it, and immediately he plummets straight downward.
In the cartoons, critters who do this are usually shown flattened at the bottom on the ground. Not a greasy spot, but a pancaked form of their bodies, still whole. And of course, they inevitably "rise again" and continue their lives undaunted.
I don't think that's the outcome we're going to experience, but I do feel most folks who are at least half-aware are poised at that point in mid-air, somehow hoping the fall won't kill them. Are we kidding ourselves? Or are we smart to deny that such a fate is inevitable?
Personally, I've accepted what I feel is the hard truth, and as one writer noted in a chapter in AA's "big book":
"Acceptance is the answer to all my problems."
Probably a paraphrase, but it's close.
IF in fact we face a calamitous end, due largely to our own contributions to the "natural" disasters that assail us on this planet, then it seems logical to me that we can at least "enjoy it while it lasts." The time before the total collapse arrives, that is.
You know -- make a fun game of rearranging those deck chairs! Cheer each other on and laugh together. Spend some time being real with those we cherish while we can all still be in a good mood much of the time, in the sunshine, as it were.
Maybe another way to describe it would be to say I feel a lot like I figure the Iraqi people must have felt in the run-up to the U.S. military attack and invasion of their country. Once they could see it was really going to happen, most of them probably accepted that fact, however reluctantly, and did their best to enjoy their lives up until the shit hit the fan and their world was shattered.
I don't know if that's fatalism or not. I don't think of it as nihilism, though. And I'm not depressed about the situation anymore, so that's good. In fact, once I gave up on humanity's ability to cease its own mad rush to destruction, I found I'm quite a bit happier and more content to simply savor whatever reasonably good time is left to us.
It would be awfully nice if human beings surprised me, all the same.
