Distant Obscurity

No matter who we are, or how rich we are, or how popular we become in our lives, in 1oo years we’ll be a distant obscurity.

The older I get the more I realize what I’ve learned from history was written by the concurers and probably never correct.

I watched the movie, Captain Philps, and it was a great movie but afterwards I read what the other crew members had said. The story was from his viewpoint and left out other parts as seen by the crew. In 100 years from now anyone who’d watch the old movie will think never have heard the other crew members and only watch the movie and assume everything was real and that is exactly the way it all happened.

Is this how we see Alexandar the Great, Ceasar, or Jesus himself. Most of those storys weren’t written until years after the event, and then by an historian of those people. It’s like me talking about my Dad, I only tell of the good things and skim over the not so good. I’ll also exagerate a little to make it a good story and to make him look good.

I’ve worked hard my entire life, making money and trying to be successful. In doing so I’ve made sacfifies. Mainly valuable time I could have spent with my sons. I think of the time I’ve had to work on holidays and wonder if it’s really worth it. I know people who live off welfare and don’t work and they spend a lot of time with their families. In the end are we going to look back at our lives and I envy them? This is one of my worries in life.

We all end up beside one another in the end. Rich man, poor man, hard worker, lazy bum, famous person, and us wonderers. In the end we’re all equal.

Here is a good poem, if it is:

Obscure Extremities

No Matter how deep, how far
our roots go,
they eventually taper off
buried in distant obcurity.

And no matter
how long we live
we also end up as
part of some from of eternity.

In between,
all we do is worry
constantly about
there obscrure extremitites.