What if I Never Become Famous?
What if I never
Get
Famous?
What if --
If art is supposed MAKE
An impact.
But I and my
acting, writing, stories, etcetera whatever
never touch any ears
but my own —
Coming from my mouth and
still only back to it's
own face.
Will it still mean anything?
When you’re famous, everybody sits at your table. Everybody listens. You have the power to make people see truths they didn’t know were there. Is there anything more noble? More godly?
I think.
Isn’t life-changing conversation the point of art? You can’t have life-changing conversations without other lives.
Art is communally impactful. And fame just means your community is…like, the whole world.
The more people you talk to,
The more your art does the job.
And it’s a job.
Right?
A job.
A crappy one at that. I just jump from contract to contract with months of nothing in between. The next contract is never guaranteed.
It never pays the bills. It only pays for extra meals I don’t have to cook.
I’M SICK OF IT.
But! If I’m famous —
Fame means a guaranteed paycheck. Because everyone wants you!
FINANCIAL
STABILITY.
It’s a core value. I was raised by immigrant parents.
But if I never
never
get
famous?
I will always be a little bit hungry.
God,
I’m sick of being
hungry.
And my bank account
is
so
Precise.
And I am
SO SICK
of every
single
$
count-ing.
I wish that I could just
Be here
And never count the cost.
What's my value?
Sometimes I want more than hunger. Sometimes I want excess. Sometimes I want luxury.
Sometimes I want
everything.
Sometimes I want
everyone
to love me.
But am I sure?
Am I sure?
Do I want all to
See me?
Buy me?
All to see me,
And I would be
Not seen.
Just a flat tag.
But fame =
I am
provided for excessively,
I am
seen.
Or is that God?
Fame isn’t just conversation. It isn’t just money. It comes with strings. God is everything;
God is stringless.
Continue reading part two here: What does it mean to have faith, then?