Until documents burn in an accident, or the Sun has a huge flare and annihilates the data, or a comet strikes the planet. Nothing is forever. So what is the point of trying to document and save so much of what we have done and will do? So much to store.. What for, really?

I am starting to question my own data storage purposes. Nobody cares about my shit but me, until I die. I don't think my family does, not so much so that they would cherish my hard drive with my music and pictures at least.

All is fleeting, everything goes. In the grand scheme of things - the cosmos, I am, and so everyone else are just... Sort of nothing. Unimportant. All will end. So maybe sometimes it'd be nice to focus on the present a little more.. My trinkets I have saved, like that pinecone from a nice walk in the forest, will end with me, or sooner, therefore why worry about what will happen to it?

I don't care much for what will happen to my belongings after I'm dead, because even my grandkids will barely know anything about me, personally - most likely. To know my hobbies and what foods I like and what not does not mean to know me.

I think I wouldn't mind to be forgotten. There's some sort of a beauty in it for me. Calmness. That's what I think. I'm not that important is what I want to say. To anyone in the far future, or a 100 years from now.

The future might be forever, but the human life isn't!