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
Then you learn that no one has figured anything out.
Yeah that was the wrong phrase wasn’t it. “all of my ancestors managed to do it” or something.
And will share the lack of knowledge with their children.
The only honest parenting advice I got from my mother was “don’t have a child like you”
In should have listened