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Shamim, Jason
Mr. Kapp
English 10A
10 October 2019
Fears are something I like to think everyone has. It connects us, keeps us human. Ever
since we as a species have existed, fears were meant to keep us alive, keep us alert. Common,
almost universal fears like the dark, heights, and spiders can all be traced to an instinct like
feeling to maintain survival. Most people realistically don’t have to worry about a clown killing
them during their 9-5 job, or that one of the 30 out of the 43,000 spider species capable of killing
a human will somehow happen to bite you; these are called irrational fears. As of today, we
really need not worry about primal fears either, since our society has very well much adapted
since then. But when the question comes to mind, “What is your greatest fear?”, one can’t help
but stop and think about the philosophy and science behind what specific and distinct scenario or
Ever since I was little, especially when I was little, I’ve had something I was afraid of at
one point or another. Whether that be my mom, or the dark, or even the occasional spider
crawling up my wall whilst I played video games. However, no matter what mental gymnastics I
was able to achieve to convince myself these fears were well justified when I was little, I can't
help but to see them as irrational years later. And while I may have fears that I recognize as
irrational, the insight of a real fear, something that could very well happen begs the question,
“What is your greatest fear?” again, this time with an altered meaning.
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As I’ve matured, like most people, I took into reflection and thought about many different
subjects that I had previously never thought of or rather ignored. One that I found interesting yet
infinitely scary was the thought of existentialism. The feeling that nothing I did would matter,
how insignificant I really was, and how much of a choice I really have over the things I'm doing.
I remember this coming into my mind when I was thinking about my Grandma who I hold dearly
and revere. I was reflecting on her life as an almost 90 year old immigrant from the Philippines
with 9 children when the thought that I never really knew about my Grandma’s parents for the 15
years I’ve known her. This just seemed like a fact of life; with me not knowing family from my
Dad’s side and my Grandpa passing before I was born, the sudden realization that my knowledge
of my family stops beyond three generations generated a slight feeling of melancholy and unease
With this in mind, I found my Grandma and asked her, “Nanay, what do you remember
She tried her best to recollect through the fog of the discarded memories of her youth;
although the best she could muster was, “Not much, my dad was stern at times but him and my
And like that, she didn’t have a word to say about these people who shaped her life, who
took care of her as a vulnerable child. The concept that the memory of an entire person,
someone's whole life could be summed up into a few trivial sentences didn’t sit well with me.
Even someone who holds you in the highest regard like a friend, family member, or lover most
likely will not remember you as vividly as we’d like to believe once your gone; not to mention,
that once they pass, all of their collective memories that they have not fully shared will pass too.
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This often led me to think about how the idea that life is meaningless, frightens me less
than the concept that I will be forgotten or alternatively, the memory of me will be forgotten. I
think this stems from the inevitability of it all, and how the two ideas contradict each other;
because after all, if no one is going to remember you, how can you make the most out of life if
your actions result in nothing? I realize that within four generations of family (or a measly 400
years at most) I will be completely forgotten, yet I have trouble coming to terms with that. Being
forgotten personally seems so much worse than thinking that life is pointless, because you can
still go on living if you choose to. However, if you live your whole life knowing with every
action, that no one will know your name in a very Ozymandias-like way, there's no point in
anything.
At the time when this thought weighed the heaviest on my weary head, I sought refuge in
my uncle, who I always regarded as an authority figure of stability in my life. Seeing as he was
the second closest thing I would consider a father figure, along with his knowledge on my
Mother’s side of the family, I decided to confide my thoughts with him. As he was working
outside on his machines during a typical after school afternoon, I approached him and casually
“Don’t you find it strange how Nanay (My Grandma) never told us about her parents at
all growing up? It’s like we don’t know our great grandparents and she most likely didn't know
hers” I asked, with the ulterior motive of seeking for the answer to my question behind me.
“Well if we’re not gonna be remembered when we die, what’s the point?” I asked in a
pensive tone.
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He glanced sideways at me, obviously tip toeing around a clearly slippery subject and
replied optimistically, “Well if you do enough good, the most you can hope for is a handful of
good people who will carry on your memory long after you die”.
I thought about it for a second and solemnly mumbled, “Yeah, I guess that's true.”
However, inside of me, the inner turmoil that even the person in my life who is supposed
to “have the answer to everything” as I grew up believing, couldn’t even come up with an answer
they fully had faith in sparked a somber feeling of fulfillment in my question. The realization
that we as humans share this one universal truth comforted me in a way I could not explain. As if
the questions plaguing my head had suddenly been soothed as soon as I understood it was ok to
not know the answers. Sometimes, you have to stop fighting against the wave and take the path
of least resistance. No one is alive for a specific reason, no one will be remembered long after
their physical time on Earth in the relevance of the universe, so it’s best to just not worry and
Fears are endlessly interesting. I think all should embrace our own, think about why they
bother us, and try our best to come to terms with it. I may be forgotten within 3 lifetimes, and my
actions may not mean anything, but I still believe that everyone is entitled to the ephemeral
comfort that being alive brings. Knowing that as of right now, I have friends and family who
love and care for me, who will remember me after I die, despite it only being for a short time in
the grand scheme of things. I, and everyone around me have our time on this Earth, and I think
it’s ok if after it finishes, it finishes for certain. These tacit rules of the universe apply to
everyone and cannot be cheated, despite who you are; everything in the end will transpire to
every single one of us, in the ultimate paradigm of connection and constants.