|Candace Nirvana - 083012|
"For what its worth, in 100 years, there will be all new people." - Men of a Certain Age
For the past few posts I've written about life changes and my perception of time. Time is intangible, but is felt. I am realizing the number of autumns and winters (my two favorite seasons) are fewer ahead of me than behind me. It is making me think about destiny, legacy, and fading out.
I started reading Game of Thrones a few months ago. I just finished the third book. In this series, it chronicles the many dynastic families as they battles for the throne of the fictional kingdom. The aspect I am appreciating is how certain families rise to power, and then after time, fade out (or are annihilated) I am seeing my family is doing that.
There are no male children in my direct line of the family. I have two beautiful nieces. If they stay with tradition and have children, their children will not have the same last name. This branch of the Sutphin line will die out.
At first I thought this feeling of temporary existence was similar to watching driftwood float by in a river's current. We see it upstream and watch it speed by, floating around the next bend. Now I am seeing time as me being the rock the in the river and the years are passing me by. The river roaring about me now isn't the same river a moment ago.
We are not our born physical selves. All of the cells that made up my body when I was born have died and been replaced countless times. At some point, that ability to regenerate will be gone as well, either due to old age and the limited amount of times the cells can do that, or some other intervening influence. My bets are stroke or heart attack. My kind don't live to ripe old ages.
|My Portrait in 100 Years - James Ensor|
I am accepting that my life and fate will be forgotten by then. My nieces will be long gone, their children will probably be dead as well. I wont have a headstone for someone to read and wonder who I was. I will be dust. Right now is my time. One hundred years from now will not.
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say. - Time - Pink Floyd