We don’t remember people for very long. But Art endures.
Shakespeare said it first:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Thing is...that is okay. At least, to me. That is just the way it is. We are all dust on this earth, a speck in time. A blink of the eye here, if that.
That is the way it was for my parents. And their parents Etc.
And I am okay with that. I figure if billions of people have traveled the earth before me and I have a memory of a very few...why should anyone remember me?
I guess people say that, but they don't feel it deep inside. Basically, a lot of us are self centered in many ways. How could it be otherwise?