Here I go being all philosophical...
I found this poem on a park bench.
It made me think about the effect of time on all thing we perceive as great in the present.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Right now, none of us would think that one day their might be no Apple.
But no matter how unstoppable you think something is at the time. It always becomes a voice of the past.
The British Empire
Mincrosoft Windows
Beta max
Polaroid camera's
Grunge
They came and went. Arguably Windows is still here but it's pretty much obsolete in people's hearts.
Rather than daunting, It might be quite an empowering thought.
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