Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Fame

Fame thrills.

The exhilaration of thousands screaming your name. The pride swelling in your chest, knowing all these people waited hours just to catch a glimpse of you. The glowing satisfaction within you as you make someone's entire year, just with a smile and a wave. To see your name on the internet without having to Google for it. And to see more than one relevant page when you do Google for it.

Fame pays the bills.

All the worldly possessions you can possibly want. Material needs so well taken care of that you become numb to the satisfaction of fulfillment. A walk in your garden peppered with Victorian antiques, a crystal fountain bubbling champagne, a dip in the pool followed with a shiatsu in the patio. With a masseur flown in from Japan, naturally.

Fame chills.

It is lonely at the top. Who has the time or energy to make friends, with a chaotic circus constantly crammed around you. Who is truly there for you, and who is there to exploit you. Withdraw into your own shell, a cocoon of defense.

Fame kills.

Many ultimately destroyed by their very reason for being. Without entertaining, entertainers would not be themselves, would not have a purpose in life. The path towards true meaning in their lives also led to the brightest stars' untimely departure.

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