I keep on coming back to the The Fullness Of Time Penny Arcade comic from around mother's day. I'm sure that some things from "now" will ripple throughout time while others are washed away like a sandcastle with the next wave. And there's probably not really any way to know which way it'll be.
I like stories / ideas like that. A good one is the (false) story about space shuttle's rocket boosters size being based on the size of an Imperial Roman war chariot. Unintended, and impossible to predict, consequences. Another story, or poem in this case, is Ozymandias. My favourite part being "Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!".
It's probably healthier to assume that everything we do in life will be eventually washed away with the waves of time. You just have to think about how long you want your sandcastle to be in the sand before it's gone, because this too will pass.
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