You know,i've been thinking,all of us have our own different stories of our life, different thoughts, we all respond differently to things,people and songs. Everyone is unique and has a different story of things we've done. Only we and some of our family and friends know about it.
Now, imagine, that everyone forgot everything about you. Your friends,family,everyone you know, doesn't remember you or anything you did. Not even at the back of their heads. Wouldn't you sort of be dead? Because you didn't make a difference in anyones life,didn't leave an imprint that you existed. All you did,your story is lost. There's no evidence you existed.
Or maybe, what if you really died. Everyone you knew,who loved you, with whom you shared your life, died, and noone remembered you anymore. If you made a difference only in a small group of peoples lives. You were forgotten and all the beautiful things you'd seen and experienced and felt were forgotten. Evidence you existed, your clothes, your letters that you wrote, your diary,in which you recorded your thoughts and everything that happened to you, were destroyed. Th things you did,the relationships you created were of no importance,cause everyone important to you was dead. You were lost,your memory lost, no effect made by you remained, no sign that you existed remained, and your memory had faded away, your ideas and dreams disappeared along with you, how'd you feel? I don't know why, i find the whole idea very frightening.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Please don't forget me
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You've obviously been doing some thinking about this.
This idea came home to me just once in my life that I can remember. I was around ten, and it was Diwali, and I was thinking about how my grandmother had been with us that time the year before. And suddenly, without warning, the whole death-inevitability thing struck me full in the face. And I totally went weak-kneed and all, and felt sort of sick.
Since then, I never cared to dwell on it much, it was so damn scary.
Actually, it's kind of cool.
It's like living a whole new life altogether. It's like, beginning from the beginning again, putting the past really behind you. And you would never have any reminders about anything that happened in the past that you don't like.
yes, i've thought a lot about it. I get lost thinking about such stuff only, when i'm bored to death studying.
hmmm.. And the new beginning idea sounds good, though still depressing.
yes, i've thought a lot about it. I get lost thinking about such stuff only, when i'm bored to death studying.
hmmm.. And the new beginning idea sounds good, though still depressing.
Yeah. It's sort of like, what's the point of doing anything at all? You work so hard for all those little things that make your life what it is, and then they just blink out of existence.
Oh, and don't forget, you'd be a 16-year-old with the IQ of a newborn baby. Doesn't sound so cool to me :p
Well no. Other people forget you. You don't forget things. Maybe you miss them. But it's a whole damn new beginning from scratch.
Your IQ would remain unchanged. And if you really did die, who knows what happens. You're not alive to ruminate about who's missing you or not.
She's talking about the story being lost. How would it be lost if you remembered everything? Even if nobody else believed you, you'd have it.
Which story is getting lost?
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