Should I Happen to be Famous
The concept, thought, dream, or… Whatever we decide on calling it; it plagues me. It’s almost like a burden that’s hidden behind several layers of fresh skin. I can never get to it and equally I can never satisfy it.
It pings questions into my mind like RSS feeds. “Why aren’t you famous?”, “Why aren’t you a YouTube sensation?”, “You should work harder, write more and even perform… Shouldn’t you?”, “Why the hell didn’t you record today?”, “Are you applying yourself to the fullest?”
Honestly, it has come to the point where I’ve deemed it ok to load a gun and shoot my version of the shouldered devil off my shoulder. Things may seem a little easier but then lies the ever burdening question, “What if I were famous?” In all feeble attempts of ridding myself of my nagging self-conscience I guess the only thing left to do is embrace.
Because should I happen to be famous, it would remedy the staggering list of other nuisances in my life.