As part of my work, and also for my own creative development, I read a lot on creativity as a whole. Maybe trying to find the words for the approaches I take towards my art and stuff.
But nothing ever talks about the feelings you get when you see your friends get famous.
But you know it’s not jealousy because you’re super happy for your friends. The feeling of jealousy is more when fame steals your friends time away from you, then you’re jealous of fame because your friend was your friend first.
Being jealous about being famous isn’t really it either; terming it as envy might be a better term, but it is still not the feeling.
Creative books talk about how everyone’s definition of success is different, and sure, whatever, but at the heart of it the success your friend gets is the one that everyone knows and agrees that it’s definitely called success. There’s no way of redefining this one.
Let me try to put some words to my feelings:
You are happy that your friend has made it. You know the struggles involved, and the tough life the person had earlier on. You know the pain, the blood, sweat, and tears. At those times, you’re there wishing, “if only this person could catch a break”
And they catch that break.
Maybe they caught it too hard.
And then their life turns around, they start winning, they get into the best groups of people, and yet they still have enough of a contact with other people that you know.
Then they really succeed. People who you barely know ask you things about the person. They are literally world famous.
And then you wonder: maybe I should have used that wish on me.
But you’re really happy for the friend. You wanted the best for them, and the best really came along. They really slogged out life for it. They had broken hearts, they had pain, and they made it out.
But you’re still you. You didn’t have the hardships and pain. You had your own simple life, and it was rolling along in its own slow way. Maybe some heartaches and pain, but nothing at the level your friends had hit.
Life was just normal, in most ways.
What’s the name of this feeling?
PERSONAL NOTE:
Just in case you’re my famous friends and you’re reading this, I love you guys tremendously and you know I am always there supporting you guys. But at the end of the day, I’m the neurotic dude who over thinks too many things, and has a million and five thousand hobbies, and I’m probably going to text you about something crazy I had learnt or read about.
Maybe it’s my lack of focus, or the lack of drive, and I guess it’s something I have been thinking hard about. Thank you for letting me see a glimpse of your life, and letting me a part of it somehow. I’ll still be here, being a friend, and also I’ll probably write about this sometime in the next decade.
And if you’re not sure, you know, YOU KNOW, that I am super down to talk about this. But honestly, it’s too many of you that hit some fame on some level. So this is just my general thoughts and my general feelings. I want to interview you all for a podcast and talk about your journeys because I think its the coolest thing in the world. And knowing me, the podcast probably won’t be published, because its just not me to do that.
I love you guys, and keep doing what you’re doing.
Also I have been reading Vonnegut, so my brain is a bit weird LOL.
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