Close Connections

This week’s Writers’ Post Thursday Blog Hop is hosted by Michelle at Muses from the Deep and her topic this week is Fame.

After contemplating this topic for awhile, I came away with several conclusions.

First, I don’t desire to be famous. There is too much wrapped up in that little four letter word that I couldn’t deal with on several levels. I like a bit of privacy and seclusion…and I like that my life is not an open book. It seems for many who are famous there is a bit of a trade off—one I wouldn’t be willing to trade.

Second, I don’t understand how famous people cope at times, especially the really famous like the Royals. To this day, I believe Princess Diana would have survived if her vehicle was not chased by the paparazzi. I realize there were other factors in play, especially the driver being intoxicated—but he could have probably gotten them from point A to point B if it weren’t for the camera flashes chasing him. Just a guess. I can’t imagine what it was like for her while she was married to Prince Charles nor can I understand what it was like after their divorce. I think her shy personality was often in conflict with this sort of constant attention. I think they are doing a much better job this time around with Prince William and Kate—at least I hope they are—but still—it cannot be easy living in the spotlight constantly.

Third, I don’t think I could ever value the popularity that fame would bring as much as I could a few close connections. I like that I have a small, tightly knit, group of friends that I consider my sisters. These gals have been with me through thick and thin, and understand me better than anyone out there. I know I can trust them with my deepest, darkest secrets and they would never betray me. For me, this is a comforting thing—and a huge blessing. I am sure being popular as many famous people are—one might find themselves wondering who they could really trust. Who needs fame when you have the stability and security of a few close, life long friends?

Lastly, I do admire certain famous people and I don’t begrudge them for being famous. While being famous may not be high on my priority list, I realize it is a life some desire. I just know that I can admire them and their work, and yet not desire the same sort of life for myself. It somehow works out well that way.

So what say you?

What is your take on Fame?

Do you desire to be famous someday?

If so, what for??

Cheers,