Ahh! It's the end of the world!

So today is the end of the world...or at least that's what we've heard. And of course, my first response is to get on my Christian bandwagon and quote Matthew 24:36 (“No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father."). Now, I believe the truth of this Scripture and am not in any way attempting to discredit it. But I'm not sure that I like how automatic my response is. I can't help but wonder if my disbelief in today's end of the world is more a reflection of how comfortable this earth has become to me. Which makes me ponder what would be my response if today were the end of things. Is my hope in Christ and my anticipation of spending eternity with Him secure enough that I would be ready to say goodbye to this world? Or would I be disappointed that I didn't finish that project, didn't get married, didn't do all the traveling I wanted to do, didn't finish my education, didn't see my dreams take place, etc? Is my desire to be with the Lord greater than my desire to continue my life on earth? Is my grasp on eternal things tighter than my grasp on the temporal things of this life on earth? It's easy to say that I would totally be okay with Jesus coming back when I'm going through a painful season, in an uncomfortable position, or in a rocky relationship. But what about when life is good? What about when I'm sitting with a good friend watching a beautiful sunset? What about when I'm laughing my way through a funny movie? Or walking the streets of some ancient city basking in the beauty of its architecture? Is my desire to be with the Lord stronger than my desire to spend more moments experiencing the positive things of this life? I will be honest,  the only things that I have physically touched, smelled, heard, or tasted are things of this world. And in this human existence, it's hard to imagine wanting anything more. It's hard to have faith to see the span of eternity when my hands have known the softness of a baby's face, my nose knows the smell of Thanksgiving, my ears have heard the sound of a beautiful choir, or when I have tasted the sweetness of this  life. It's hard to hold onto faith in eternity when I'm experiencing life now. But then again, how much time do I spend allowing the Lord to cover me? How much do I ask the Lord to fill me? What will it take for me to grasp the importance of spending eternity with the Lord? Would my heart be broken if this world was torn away from me? Just how many strings would be severed? Would my heart still be intact? Lord, help me to drown myself in you. Help me to let go of worldly things even yet while I am still surrounded by the things of this world. Help me to know that every good and perfect gift comes from you and is a tiny glimpse of what you have prepared for me in glory.