I'm filled with sympathy for the adherents of the pastor who predicts the end of the world is nigh. Tomorrow (Australian Time) will be a stressful period for them. At seventy-three, I've outlived countless theological predictions of the world's end as well as The Cold War, when its chance of sudden demise depended on mere mortals and not divine intervention. It gives me the equanimity to face the threats of terrorism. global Islam and warming with a certain sang froid.
I would regret the ending of the world in any form, not for myself, but for others. I have no particular wish to come to a personal ending, but I have followed my own goals and achieved too many of them to feel cheated.
I will get up tomorrow morning, switch on my computer and open the file of my WIP and begin work...and expect life to go on as usual.