apuffalogic's picture

Don't say I didn't warn you, but:

In a few years, this journal will be buried forever.
It won't be seen.
It probably won't even be remembered.
Because the members on now will have probably left Oasis, they'll be replaced.
And because nobody will remember, it will effectively cease to exist.
It'll be a relic. A ghost.

You know, a lot of other things are like that too.
And does it scare you? Do you fear being a ghost, being pushed down the journal page numbers into obscurity? Or do you fear simply not being known significantly enough in the first place, is it that? Because if people don't know you, have never known you, it's not just that you've disappeared from reality, it's that you were never there at all.

I think a lot of people don't remember things like that that.
Would it be a better place if they did, or would they just get careless, do rash things because they'd think that, in the end, they'd only be fogotten? Would we just sort of die out in a hole of insignificant-feeling self-pity? Or would we just turn the other way, and cover it up with some money?

*Big, discouraged sigh...*

Sorry if I confused you, or depressed you, or made any of you roll your eyes. I just felt like I wanted to say that. Feel fry to yell.


Icarus's picture

i think that's why people

i think that's why people are so utterly desperate to be famous, so they can be remembered for something.

These gots peanuts and soap in 'um!

Lol-taire's picture

It's like the ship of

It's like the ship of Theseus parodox. Us being replaced, us replacing others; which is the real Oasis? Are they the same?

Fear of obscurity used to frighten me, terrify me actually- I never thought I'd get over the sense of my own manifest destiny; I was going to do great things.
Well I'd still like to be well known in whatever circle I end up moving in; I'd like to make an impression, live in interesting times. But then that's different to hoping for immortality or getting upset that I'll disappear. I am a narcissist, but I'm learning better.

So I think everyone at some point thinks about it, but then their lives get too full up to award themselves the self indulgence of getting tangled up in consciousness.

All you're doing is just a round about way of looking at your own mortality. And since no-one really believes in their own death it's not important.

whateversexual_llama's picture

Nm... nah, I intend to be

Nm... nah, I intend to be writing gaily newses into eternity. =)

Ignorance is bliss.

No, really, though, this is the kind of stuff we can't control. Why worry about it?

Be yourself. 'Cause if you're busy being somebody else, who's gonna be you?