I don't care about that. Humanity's collective memory will one day be entirely gone anyways so nobody gets remembered forever.
That's what I thought. But after I faked my own death (long story), I found that I wasn't entirely correct. My nephew still posts RIP on his Facebook every year on the anniversary of my apparent demise.
Of course, his mom (aka my sister) doesn't give a shit. Still, she raised a good kid. Somehow.
I mean sure, if you discover a new branch of mathematics or were a civil rights icon or something people will remember you. OK.
But I'm talking about the other 99.999%+ of us out there. Kids generally know and love their parents. Grand kids do as well in many cases. There's not too many people very close to there great grandparents and you can forget about it after that. So in reality 80 years after you die, your hopes, your dreams, your achievements, your grand ideas about the world wouldn't have amounted to shit. You made no impact. Outside of your progeny. (Maybe that's why we (collectively) have such a strong desire to have kids.)
Does that thought ever cross your mind? Does it bother you at all? Don't care?
I dunno, I saved a person's life once. He wouldn't be alive right now if it wasn't for me, and that means his kids wouldn't exist. So I can at least carry that knowledge into oblivion with me even if I'm otherwise mostly known as "background actor #4".
Sure. But that's generations at best. Great that someone can have such a positive influence over generations, don't get me wrong. It's what we all should strive for. But after a while we all are forgotten and after even a longer humanity will be gone and even the earth and our solar system.Chalk me up in the butterfly effect camp on this. Like for example I had this amazing friend during my university years who died an accident in this period. But I and many others will never forget him and the impact on big and small things in our lives he had. From good advice on the big things in life to trivialities like introducing me to an awesome piece of media or fantastic dish. Knowledge I'll pass on when and where I can.
No. Haven't really thought about it, and it doesn't bother me at all.
I have wondered about my ancestors that lived 120 or 300 or 1000 years ago. I wish I knew something about them.
It is kind of cool (scary?) that in another 300 years our descendants will be able to look us up and piece some of our lives together with social media and posts like this.
Hello my great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter. Stay in school and listen to your parents.