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niriniaCertain 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.)
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.)
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Date: 2006-10-30 07:12 pm (UTC)I've an issue about not being remembered, I want to be. I'm not religious and therefore believe there is no soul, nothing more to being human than life and the end we meet in death. I fear oblivion. That there's nothing beyond life is comforting, but then I need to do something to be remembered. Some impact, impression or influence that'll keep me alive in some way or other - if only as a name on a dusty tome in the back of a library.
Not that I'm planning on dying anytime soon, either *g*.