Stains on the Carpet

• Artist: celticprincesse
• Description: So I wrote this when I was in the middle of writing my philosophy paper. I know it's depressing...but it's kinda how I see it.
• Date: 04/02/2010
• Tags: stains carpet

Are humans really nothing more than a stain on a carpet? Once there and remembered, but once removed…forever forgotten? Once we’re gone do we slowly become a fainter and fainter memory until eventually we are erased from time? Someday someone will see my tombstone and say “I knew her” but in an even more distant future, someone will look at that same weather-worn tombstone and say “I wonder who she was.” They will acknowledge my name and my time period, but there will no longer be any memories of me. People disappear in time; I wonder where they have gone. Once so full of life, sound and music, likes and dislikes, but these are things that are soon forgotten. When we die the only mark of our presence is a name on a tombstone, no one will remember us for who we are. Humans are like a stain on the carpet. Briefly remembered, but forever forgotten.

Comments

[SH2_James_Sunderland]

I am intrigued at your assumption of being forgotten. I too, feel the same about the human existance.