Lost in Time

After the final episode of Avatar: The Legend of Korra was aired, I was at a loss when the idea came up on the idea of ancestry and what it means to rise up as an individual.  It comes with the complicated premise that not only must someone cut all ties from the past, but from that must grow into a new individual that further extends from that past.

This notion is extremely tough to me because it hurts my heart to see things go, to see what was crumble in front of me.  The people of the past, the lives that sacrificed themselves in order for someone like me to extend myself further, are lost forever.

When I think of past knowledge, friends, family, just disappearing forever in a void of nothingness, it brings fear to my heart.  However, I know that at the same time there is peace...in nothingness.  The void that exists constantly is not a thing that needs to be filled, but rather a universe waiting to be sprung from, a template in which future possibility may stem from.

The scene that hit hardest was when you see the past lives disappearing...the knowledge of their history is gone.  Their lives, hardships, teachings, beliefs, lies, treacheries, loves, and wants are all gone...
In many ways, it humbles one.

It reminds me of the pale blue dot...