This morning. I wasn’t really paying attention to class
when my history teacher asked one of my blockmates
"Are you afraid of dying?"
And then her answer caught my attention.
"No, but I’m afraid after I die, I’ll be forgotten."
Which really make sense.
It left me thinking.
and somehow that our topic in history.
leaves a deeper meaning to me than any other topics we had discussed.
My teacher also asked.
"why did the egyptians, built pyramids for their pharaoh."
"why do some people say they built it voluntarily, what do you think the reason?"
"why do they want to preserve it or have eternal life.but Not physically?"
"what did we remember or thought when we first saw the pyramids?"
I want to answer the question but the bell rings.
Maybe because they’re also afraid to be forgotten. maybe because they want the reign and goodness of their pharaoh be remembered and maybe also they want to be remembered in a way they are still united to their culture and to their pharaoh. i think because their loyal. Pharaohs can be mummified but they do not mummify ordinary egyptians (or so as I think) maybe they want to be remembered not individually but as the group who made or left something before their civilization falls down. To pass down to generation to generation. A sign that once they had lived and maybe to remind us of something deeper, more personal.
I’m feeling philosophical tonight :)
thanks to history hahahahaha.
When giving up is all I wan to do, but something tells me. Its not the right thing to do.