Panic and the Human Species

So, life doesn't end when you panic, it just feels like that sometimes.

I couldn't figure out why my room-mate's dog was screaming, but she was anyhow, and life didn't end. Turns out she's fine.

This makes me think of the 2012 panic and the many many other apocalyptical panics in human history. This makes me feel safe, but I'm not sure that's the true lesson that should have come out of all that. It is nice that the world goes on in spite of human panic, but I think we only panic like that because we know we're doing a lot 'wrong'.

We are strong, as a group, but in the vast scheme of the universe we are weak, so we need all the strength we can get. Right now our only stronghold is our planet and we keep tearing the health out of it (which is generally acknowledged today as being a dumb thing to do), but in the future, missions like the "Mars One" mission might create us a second. As someone who has compassion for us as an arrogant little group of ever-evolving apes, I want to see us continue and to do that we will need to explore.

So don't panic, instead acknowledge the everyday fears of life and push past them, make life better and try to be the best person you can be, and now and then, maybe go on an (theoretically) inspirational ramble.