Again an article about how the present will be lost forever.
How our ‘modern’ society will be lost forever.
The ‘digital life’ we live nowadays. How our ‘data’ will be lost forever.
What will the world in 500 years know about the life people live nowadays.
What will they know about us. History has been written down for centuries.
Written op paper. We can still read what has been written on paper. But
nowadays, much of that paper has been replaced by digital recordings.
Will those still be readable in a 500 years? There have been articles like
this before, and I think I’ve written about it before. We live in the modern
dark ages. The present will be lost forgood, maybe sooner then we realise.
Just try to read floppies created with a comodore 64 on a modern machine.
It’s virtually impossible. Not only modern machines don’t have 5¾” drives
anymore. The comodore 64 formatted its floppies in a way PC hardware is
unable to read.
And what about me. What is my place in this modern society of anomynously.
Our ‘digital’ lifes. What is my place? What is my role in this world.
If I would die tomorrow, would anyone remember me? Would anyone miss me?
My life, my digital life. Oh. I am around on many places in this
‘modern world’ on the internet. Started a community, back in 2005.
Yeah. I got my BlaatSchaap. But is that all??? I wish for more.
Not to only have this digital life. I wish for something more real.
It’s not that my is only what I have on the interner. I mean, there
are people I work with, people I meet at the student’s pub, but still.
I only meet them there. And what if I wouldn’t go to the student pub,
would anyone even notice I wasn’t there? would they? I doubt it.
The thing is. The reason why. I am affraid to be forgotten. That
noone will remember me when I am gone. That I will just be a ghost.
Just turn into nothing. That is what I fear most of all. To just,
just be forgotten like I was never there at all.
What is my life about anyways? What’s the purpose of life? I want
to mean something to the world. Not just to exist without a purpose.
And yet, it all seems so meaningless. So useless. Like it doesn’t
matter anyways. The world would go on without me, and noone would
notice a difference if I would just drop dead tomorrow. That’s
what bothers me.
What I am trying to say. I feel lonely. I am really wishing to
belong somewhere. or rather, to someone. I am just wishing to
be loved. I am just looking for some love. Being single sucks.
I am not saying I am not happy. But it’s just. I wish for something
more then this life I am living now. I am wishing for… what’s it
that I am wishing for? What is love anyways? What does it mean?
Oh, I have my dreams, my desired, what I wish it would be like to
love someone. To be in a passionate intense relationship. I would
want to spend as much time as possible with that person. Just, to
be happy together. I would go insane missing this person when we
are not together. Just, looking at that person, just a touch, that
would already mean a lot to me. Just some small details, meaningless
to the rest of the world I guess. Still… just dreams, just desires.
I am still alone…. still looking…. still waiting… but I don’t
want to just wait and see nothing like that will happen at all.
Welcome to the emptyness of ‘modern’ life, welcome to the new dark ages.