People

[nirinia]

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.)

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[nirinia.livejournal.com]

It is, isn't it? If you're no mass-murderer, exceptional president or groundbreaking genius your deeds die with you. Who you live for is a matter of personal experience, I think. It varies with person, time and experience. I live for myself now - is any teen capable of empathy to the degree required to live for another? - but will I in ten, twenty or thirty years? And no, we won't notice after our death, but we will notice if we have the good luck of growing old and have time to contemplate our life.
In a way, I wish I could change the world, or write something so aggravating I'll be put to death for it. I wish I could think of something so unacceptable society sees it fit to poison me as they did Socrates, or Wilde.