Kinda a thought that pops into my head from time to time about if people that lived well before writing wanted to leave an eternal legacy and at best we see their remains dressed in ornaments.
It’s interesting to think that someone that lived 50k years ago paved a path for me in the sense that they probably exploded lands weren’t known to their tribe or human at the, found new edible plants, or maybe created a new tool.
Crazy to think that there’s billions of humans that I contributed to the life I have know and their names have long since been lost to time and that what I do today can still affect someone well into the future
I like to think that historical humans prefer it that way, if it helps.
I want my name known to people who loved me and whose life I directly impacted. I like the concept of getting to know the larger human community, but I don’t think I’ll have failed if nobody remembers my name a hundred years after my death. If the choice is between my diary being found and read by people or my name forgotten, I’d prefer the latter.