That's why I started out blogging more than a year ago.
Here I am again, to make known how and what I think.
Read this fabulous article months ago. Enjoy:
THE MYTH OF FAME AND FORTUNE
Society's fascination with Hollywood and celebrities has just gone a little crazy. Millions idolize those who have achieved fame and fortune, but stardom does not provide the satisfaction that it advertises. Marilyn Monroe could have told us that.
Consider the celebrity of Muhammad Ali in his prime. He was known around the world as "the man who couldn't be beaten." His picture appeared on the cover of "Sports Illustrated" more times than any athlete in history. Whenever he went, the cameras followed. Today, though, it's a different story.
Sports writer Gary Smith recently spent some time with him at his home and asked to see his trophy room. Ali escorted him to a dark, damp barn beside his house. There, leaning against one wall, was a board filled with mementoes, photos from the "Thrilla in Manila," pictures of Ali dancing and punching and hoisting championship belts over his head. But the pictures were smeared with white streaks. Pigeons had made their home in the rafters.
Ali picked up the board and turned around, face to the wall. Then, as he started to leave, Smith heard him mumble, "I had the world and it wasn't nothing. Look now." Fame is fleeting. Fortune buys you nice things, but it doesn't make you happy.
The lesson here is timeless. Meaning will never be found in the praise and adoration of others. If that's where you're looking for it, you're destined for disappointment.
