[oneshot] The Need for Fame
Title: The Need for Fame
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ONE SHOT
Comments: More random spewing. I think I'm trying to find a style... but anyway, spewed out in about an hour and unbetaed.
Do you wish for fame? Who doesn’t, I suppose, is the proper question to ask. Who doesn’t spend even a small portion of their time longing for a chance in the spotlight, a chance to hear their name chanted out, as if they were a god? Who doesn’t?
A curious thing, fame. What draws people to it? Why do people make incredible sacrifices for something that is only four letters long? They do so much, pouring their whole physical and emotion self into the process, into the pathway to fame. Some wander off the path, some unintentionally stray upon it. People even refuse to say that it is what they are after, but the yearning is there, hidden under layers and layers of denial.
The call even pulls at me. Me, someone who can’t possibly get much of this wonder, as modest as I may be. But the hope is there, lingering despite attempts to extinguish it. The minute hope is there, for me and for many others.
Some succeed in gaining their greatest aspiration, rising high above the rest. They sit back and enjoy their glory, whether earned by hard work or through some other means. And then, once surrounded by fame, sometimes the craving for a normal life is tossed into the air. They are only lapses, perhaps, because why would someone want to go back to something so mundane? There was a reason why one would seek fame, and to go back would be to contradict all earlier wishes. Is that not so?
No regrets. I hear that quite often. And then a nostalgic expression eclipses their face as they remember the good old days, when they were still anonymous. No regrets perhaps, but the past, present and future are all good. Everybody has ups and downs, and it is only for those with fame that the ups are higher and the downs are lower.
And when the downs are low fame even tears some people apart. The continuous attention bares down on their shoulders, an intangible weight that can sometimes repress and restrict. It can also possess teeth, teeth to bite into the soul and suck out their original intent and will. These teeth are deadly, and only those who are strong survive their ordeal. It doesn’t help that their struggles are observed as well.
Their struggles and their successes. Avid followers will celebrate the successes while critics pick apart the struggles, and a never-ending cycle with ensue, full of strife and unwarranted actions. All because of fame.
Would you lose yourself amidst the want to fulfill your desires? Perhaps you wear a mask, carry a bag to overflow with what you receive, giving nothing of your true self in return. Fabricate yourself, so that no one can come close to you and rip apart everything that you’ve worked for. Those who are true to themselves take the risk of putting faith into anyone and everyone. They can only bare themselves to the world and accept the consequences. Whether the risk is worth it is anybody’s guess.
Fame. A motivator. A destroyer. People work towards it, people live in it, people stumble because of it. It is something that is willing to take you to the limit, up high into the clouds, close to the sun, but there is no guarantee that it will catch you when you fall. A little bird may gently aid your descent, with whispers of reassurance in your ear, or the ocean will swallow you up, the waters churning under the heat of your plunge. You probably know this, and knowing this, would you gamble anyway? Even for a small moment of this glorious thing?
Fame.
Do you control fame or does fame control you?
ORIGINAL
ONE SHOT
Comments: More random spewing. I think I'm trying to find a style... but anyway, spewed out in about an hour and unbetaed.
Do you wish for fame? Who doesn’t, I suppose, is the proper question to ask. Who doesn’t spend even a small portion of their time longing for a chance in the spotlight, a chance to hear their name chanted out, as if they were a god? Who doesn’t?
A curious thing, fame. What draws people to it? Why do people make incredible sacrifices for something that is only four letters long? They do so much, pouring their whole physical and emotion self into the process, into the pathway to fame. Some wander off the path, some unintentionally stray upon it. People even refuse to say that it is what they are after, but the yearning is there, hidden under layers and layers of denial.
The call even pulls at me. Me, someone who can’t possibly get much of this wonder, as modest as I may be. But the hope is there, lingering despite attempts to extinguish it. The minute hope is there, for me and for many others.
Some succeed in gaining their greatest aspiration, rising high above the rest. They sit back and enjoy their glory, whether earned by hard work or through some other means. And then, once surrounded by fame, sometimes the craving for a normal life is tossed into the air. They are only lapses, perhaps, because why would someone want to go back to something so mundane? There was a reason why one would seek fame, and to go back would be to contradict all earlier wishes. Is that not so?
No regrets. I hear that quite often. And then a nostalgic expression eclipses their face as they remember the good old days, when they were still anonymous. No regrets perhaps, but the past, present and future are all good. Everybody has ups and downs, and it is only for those with fame that the ups are higher and the downs are lower.
And when the downs are low fame even tears some people apart. The continuous attention bares down on their shoulders, an intangible weight that can sometimes repress and restrict. It can also possess teeth, teeth to bite into the soul and suck out their original intent and will. These teeth are deadly, and only those who are strong survive their ordeal. It doesn’t help that their struggles are observed as well.
Their struggles and their successes. Avid followers will celebrate the successes while critics pick apart the struggles, and a never-ending cycle with ensue, full of strife and unwarranted actions. All because of fame.
Would you lose yourself amidst the want to fulfill your desires? Perhaps you wear a mask, carry a bag to overflow with what you receive, giving nothing of your true self in return. Fabricate yourself, so that no one can come close to you and rip apart everything that you’ve worked for. Those who are true to themselves take the risk of putting faith into anyone and everyone. They can only bare themselves to the world and accept the consequences. Whether the risk is worth it is anybody’s guess.
Fame. A motivator. A destroyer. People work towards it, people live in it, people stumble because of it. It is something that is willing to take you to the limit, up high into the clouds, close to the sun, but there is no guarantee that it will catch you when you fall. A little bird may gently aid your descent, with whispers of reassurance in your ear, or the ocean will swallow you up, the waters churning under the heat of your plunge. You probably know this, and knowing this, would you gamble anyway? Even for a small moment of this glorious thing?
Fame.
Do you control fame or does fame control you?