Many of the people I knew have repeatedly and insistently told me that one day I will be famous and successful. Success aside, I never really wished to be famous, unless I deserved it. True, there are those who seek fame and pursue it actively, though, but I do not wish to be that kind of person. Let’s look at someone who makes a car entirely out of wood, entirely by hand, a piece of art for sure, and a monument of perseverance and strong will, patience and so forth. Another person turns his house over a decade or so into a giant cat playground, equally impressive, but had their motives been merely to get famous, then they haven’t achieved anything.
The boom in the amount of information access we experience today (and will continue to increasingly experience) makes any news story rapidly irrelevant with the amount of information we constantly get bombarded with every day. Thus, simply “making the news” should never really indicate fame, let alone be considered an achievement.
To inspire good, to help others, the more people the better. That’s a goal worth pursuing! Because, in the end, with seven billion people on the planet, and an average lifespan of 60 to 80 years, the chances are you’ll end up forgotten anyway. So you might as well leave some legacy that outlives you.
Your legacy, should not necessarily be remembered, most probably it won’t be. But it should be a stepping stone for those who follow, for those you inspire and help, to make their own legacies, and so forth. We have a natural way of leaving this kind of legacy, family-making. Your children should carry on part of your essence to the future, in both genetic information from half of your DNA as well as your experience and teachings (if you’re a good parent).
I have to shake off this idea that I am someone special because I really am not.
Humans have existed on Earth for at least 200,000 (two hundred thousand) years, while I have lived for only 30 and I might continue to live for another 30 or 40 if I’m lucky. my life therefore accounts for 0.035% of just the theoretical age of humanity to date (assuming we go extinct tomorrow). In terms of population, if we ignore the past and future generations and only account for today; we’ll find that the world human population is close to 7.3 billion people, and I’m just one of them. I am close to 1.369×10⁻⁸ %, that is 0.000000001369 %, that is how statistically special I am.
That does not mean I do not wish to be special, of course I do, but… I guess most of the truly special people never really made it their goals to become special or famous. It was just a side effect, a byproduct. True fame, true success, sometimes financial wealth too, were all just a byproduct of their real achievements.