Dimensional Doodles

The Paradox of Fame

I want to be rich. You know, someone important, like a composer.
And I want to be someone who matters. When I walk into a room, I want heads to turn.
I want to feel the rush of applause, the thrill of being known.
I want to be somebody.

But fame... fame is a fickle mistress. It twists you, contorts you.
Your ego swells, your morals shrink. You become a caricature of yourself.
You crave more spotlight, more adulation, more, more, more...
And before you know it, you're lost in a maze of your own making.

The collective unconscious becomes a siren song, luring you deeper into the abyss.
You're no longer you. You're what they want you to be.
But at what cost? Your soul? Your innermost expression?
You become a stranger to yourself, a puppet dancing to the tune of public opinion.

So here's the real question: Can you survive your own ego?
Can you remain yourself when the world sees you as a celebrity?
When notoriety becomes your middle name?
Because let me tell you something... true success isn't about fame or wealth.

It's about inner peace. Humility. Knowing who you are when the cameras stop rolling.
So by all means, strive for greatness. Reach for the stars.
But don't lose yourself in the process.
Because at the end of the day, true success isn't measured by the world's applause.

It's measured by the quiet approval of your own conscience.
And that... that's something no amount of fame can buy.