People

Certain people have profound impact on us, at given points in life. Would they have the same had we encountered them at any other?
An aspect of a person can be enough. A single conversation can leave marks that last for years, or a friendship just a moment. We're never aware of those with the greatest influence on us till they are gone, and their touch revisited - be it as another, a book, film or idea. What once meant something, when revisited means nothing to us - the emotion is gone, and the evocation no longer holds true. Why? Have we changed so much, been influenced by such a number of others, or such a facet of those that we no longer remember what it meant?

Will I be remembered hundreds of years, like Beethoven or Bach, or will I fade like the thousands of anonymous graves?

(And no, I'm not depressed, should you wonder. I am merely a tad pensive.)

People

Certain people have profound impact on us, at given points in life. Would they have the same had we encountered them at any other?
An aspect of a person can be enough. A single conversation can leave marks that last for years, or a friendship just a moment. We're never aware of those with the greatest influence on us till they are gone, and their touch revisited - be it as another, a book, film or idea. What once meant something, when revisited means nothing to us - the emotion is gone, and the evocation no longer holds true. Why? Have we changed so much, been influenced by such a number of others, or such a facet of those that we no longer remember what it meant?

Will I be remembered hundreds of years, like Beethoven or Bach, or will I fade like the thousands of anonymous graves?

(And no, I'm not depressed, should you wonder. I am merely a tad pensive.)