slipping things

Glory and fame

Are these not the things we lust after? Are these not the things we try to achieve in our few years of life, in our few years of selfishness and mock subservience? Are these not the things that we try to carry home from the battlefields of competitions and races, of life and otherwise?

In the end, does it all matter?

Then I am a hypocrite. I lust after fame. I see the transient importance of name, and I love the embellishment of achievement. When the whole world knows your name, you are powerful, because what you say and do is noticed. People are audience to your actions, sidelined by the limelight of the pseudo-godhood brought on by your popularity. Is that not always how it is? Popularity is wielded like a whip to influence; be popular, and you are the fashion, you are the word of wisdom, you are smile that people return… It is unfair of course, but we have to accept that someone has to be king. That is the rule of the jungle.