Ultimately, it's just another cycle.
End of the world. Yeah, whatever.
The Maya simply devised a calendar.
Nothing more, nothing less. When a calendar ends, a new calendar
begins. I would consider it to be not only optimistic but simply
commonsense to assume that the Maya had no interest in predicting the
end of anyone's world, much less the one that the Maya had been
living in at the time. Perhaps the Maya just figured that they'd be
around today to devise the new calendar in time to start anew, but,
you know, Spanish conquest and forced subjugation attempts and shit.
The intelligent and practical will see
this time as an era of renewal. It's s great time to take stock in
your future. After all, preparation for the future is, in reality,
the only thing that has meaning to life. There are people out there
who like to keep yammering on about living in “the now”, but
usually the ones who walk their talk the most are no longer in any
good shape, if even alive at all, in “the now”. Their best
moments, as well as their fixated thoughts, end up merely existing in
the past. This is never healthy or worthwhile thinking.
Time in its ultimate existence is
infinite. Sure, when our mortal coil is up against time, it can feel
frustrating in that one can sense that goals of personal
accomplishment look unpromising in terms of actual achievement. But
it can be beneficial to see this situation as simply one more
challenge of life, or better yet, just another discipline like that
required of physical exercise or intellectual growth. In any case,
getting obsessed with when the world is going to end is simply a
waste of time and thought. A will indicative of survival, and not
death, is what the essence of life is made of.