Does it bug you that in 100 years nobody will probably know more than maybe 3 facts about your whole life, and that, after a few more years, youll likely "disappear" entirely except for a picture in a box in somebody’s basement?
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Not really, no.
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That is not a huge concern for me. As long as the people I care about remember me, I don't care about what the world in general thinks.
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I've thought about this before, and I live with the attitude that in less than 100 years I'll be dead, and the people that I know will be as well. I'll be forgotten. But hopefully I will have influenced some people positively that some good will be carried forward.
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It's happened to most of those before me, and will to most of those after me. I'm not really worried about it.
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Really depressing thought. But I have also thought about it before, that's why I'm determined to become known to the world so that my name lasts a little longer. Kind of like how its centurys past Ceaser's death but we still remember him. I don't expect to get that well known but I still want to be remembered well into my death.
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No. I'll have my own problems. Like dodging the little demons chasing me around H3ll, I won't have time to think about whether anyone remembers anything about me.
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Once in a while it bothers me. But then I remember that "me" includes "them" -- all of humanity. Generations come and go, we're born, we live, we die... but the whole living tapestry of life goes on, changing and growing and being reborn again and again. It's wonderful and infinitely varied. When the "me" fades from the picture, the whole thing is still intensely vivid.
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No. We all have our time. "To every thing there is a season." It'll be somebody else's turn to live. That said, I am the person, in my extended family, who gathers the genealogical material and family stories and lore. I know several great stories about my great-grandmother (who died in about 1918). I note that many more people today are writing down things about their lives for the people who come after, and I am doing so for my kids and grandkids. Even so, in 150 years there's a strong probability that much of it all will have disappeared. The relative ease of saving stuff on disk may be illusory. Media change - anything we saved onto a 5.25-inch floppy would be pretty hard to transfer today - almost all those drives are gone. For another example, I tried to find a Sy-Quest drive about 5 years ago - no joy. Fortunately, I'd already transferred most of what was on the Sy-Quest disk.
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You don't know that to be true..among your progeny might be a Nobel Prize winner, or an acclaimed author, or someone who discovers the cure for cancer..then books will be written, exhaustively detailed, about the lineage of the great person..you can't know next year for certain..why do you think you can know what will have occurred in the intervening 100 years? :)
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Not at all, once I am dead I am dead and I wont really be worrying about anything. Every person has an impact on those around them and they turn influence others, so if you want to think like that a part of you will always be around.
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I have six children, if they each have two children and thier children each have two etc. I don't think I will be forgotten for quite a long time. If they do forget, I'll come back and haunt them!!
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OZYMANDIAS I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away
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Maybe just a little bit.
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I think about this sometimes when I see old photos of people that I know must be dead by now or go by a cemetery with old graves. Sometimes it makes me wonder what's the point of it all. geez now I'm depressed.
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