Anonymity through Time // Should I be journaling my Life?

Am I the only one that thinks about how maybe somehow one day you might belong to some historical event that causes others to research you? I hear all these stories of people from Revolutionary America or ancient Greece and how scholars now can map out their lives.
What if you become a person who scholars research, what if they find your mysteriously marked up poetry anthology? What if they find a folder of your poetry and it becomes published after you die in a Emily Dickinson way. The people throughout time who had this happen to them never new, why would you?
When I think this way they I start to get a little bit to focused on it. I think maybe I should right more down, keep journals, record my thoughts on the pages in books. Wouldn't that make sense? SO that way if someone ever goes looking, they will have something to find.
Dear God the best way to keep track of things from this time period is Facebook...that's depressing.

So I will tell you how I started thinking about this (at least this time):
I got out my Emily Dickinson poetry anthology, one that I have had since I was a junior in Highschool and one that is also very marked up by pens and colored pencils. Looking at the color or way I marked lines and sections I can tell when I made that mark. The mark that I appreciated or found something within that line. I know that the blue colored pencil was made the beginning of my senior year of Highschool and the faint brackets just last year when I was a freshman in College. I was reading and marking new parts and I realized, that what I was doing was recording my changing thoughts, chages in the way I saw the world through words in poems. All these lines and marks tell me about my mind at different times in my life. When I was pondering all of this I began to think...wow maybe I should have a key in the beginning and say what time each ort of mark is from. The more I thought of this my mind shifted towards some grandiose future where this book would be found to have belonged to me and it woud be studied and researched and people would put forth theories about how I lived and what I was like. From that I had the idea that maybe I should right my own poetry in this book! So that when found it could be a treasure trove, as surely it would be important to someone. I ended thinking with...hm maybe I should write more.

How conceited is that, to assume that someday I will be researched and historically significant. At least I know I am human; look at history and monuments around the world. Everyone wants to be remembered, to make their mark on the walls of history. Pyramids, Statues, Gardens, Kingdoms.
Humanity is afraid of anonymity through time.

There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”- Hazel Grace Lancaster

From John Green's novel The Fault in our Stars.

I think we just want others to care.