The end of all things

Truly I am in a peculiar state of being. I am here to tell you that the world will end on either June 14th or August 3rd, depending on how fast my pair goes. I try to plan for the future, looking at my schedule with my girlfriend, or speaking with potential job contacts. But it is difficult to get excited about the future with an understanding that there is no future to be had. Quite simply, my life, (and everyone else's) will end on one of the aforementioned dates. What's the point?