Were my prayers spoken against a wall, aloud
Or were they treated like thoughts passing like a cloud?
I don't get why the window won't stay open,
If it had been any other way, I'd have been nerve-wrecked and broken.
There's a lot to learn,
I wandering long like the Arctic tern.
I don't get it, why has it been so long?
Is my seeking not strong?
I surrender, I have nothing left in me,
It's been a long time since I had that glee,
Of wisdom so profound,
That I could actually hear the cosmic sound.
It has come to me as a revelation as to how stupid it is to pray for fame. Fame, I realised, is very transient. Now, this may seem like a universal truth held in various religions, but realising the temporary nature of the allure and glory of fame is an experience by itself. The people who praise you today may talk ill of you tomorrow and might even spread negativity about you the day after.
It takes a lot of expenditure on time and energy trying to live up to the positive fame that you have created. Some people even guard their fame with their lives. This paean was not meant to say that praying for fame is wrong, but praying for fame alone is the mistake we commit.
In other words, when you pray for fame alone, you have already given up your peace of mind and sense of self-worth to other people who, at the least, would not even care about it.
