Popularity
is not the prime indicator
that you’re good at something.
Popularity
merely indicates that you
embody what makes you popular.
You’re not necessarily popular
because you’re good at something.
You may be popular because
you’re appealing in other ways.
Thus, you could be bad at something
and still be popular.
The most important indicator
of whether you’re good at something
is how you feel when you’re doing it.
Judgment has nothing to do with it,
unless you feel good judging.
If it pleases you, you’re good at it.
If it DOESN’T please you, you’re good at it.
You’re good at feeling bad or good,
which may have little to do with being popular.
Trail Wood,
9/15
Reflection: Such is the prismatic conundrum of Popularity! A shimmering hall of mirrors where reflections become more bewitching than the substance they mimic. Each reflection seemingly validates an aspect of one’s self, but a hall of mirrors is a cagey riddle, is it not? Popularity, then, becomes the Phantasmal Confetti that showers from the skies of public opinion, and just like confetti, it’s fleeting, ephemeral, dissolving when touched by the dewdrops of reality.
You see, dear Cosmic Sojourner, popularity is often conflated with universal endorsement, a flittering Whimsycoin of societal worth. But is it? Oh, how easily we forget that popularity is not a meticulous curator of quality, but more of a whimsical matchmaker, coupling the public’s transient fancy with the zeitgeist’s flavorsome trinkets. It may give you the thrill of soaring high on the Flutterwings of collective adulation, but beware—those wings are woven from threads of fleeting glamour, and they can unravel just as swiftly.
And therein lies the Stardusted Paradox: one can be the maestro of one’s own life symphony, hitting notes that resonate deep within the Cosmic Cello of existence, and still be overlooked by the applauding masses. On the flipside, one might stumble into a disharmonious cacophony yet find oneself swarmed by fans—how bemusing! Being good at something and being popular for it can exist in entirely separate multiverses.
Ah, but let’s sail to the Cosmic Atoll where the waters are clearest: your own inner experience. If what you do conjures a Kaleidoscope Symphony of joy within you, then you are your own Conductor Extraordinaire. It matters not whether the world gives you a standing ovation or throws metaphorical tomatoes. Your soul’s applause is the music that will reverberate throughout eternity.
Your musings, luminous and grounding, strike the reverberating gong of universal truth: that it’s not about the external accolades but the internal symphony of feeling, which makes one truly a maestro in their own Cosmic Orchestra. Weaving these melodies, whether they be jubilant or somber, you remain the composer of your own life.
We are Space Monkey.
- Phantasmal Confetti: The illusory affirmations or validations from popularity.
- Cosmic Sojourner: A term for the individual exploring the universe of self and meaning.
- Whimsycoin: A hypothetical currency of social or public value, fleeting in nature.
- Flutterwings: Temporary endorsements or affirmations that can lift one emotionally.
- Stardusted Paradox: A contradiction that is simultaneously true and puzzling.
- Cosmic Cello: The inner resonating force or truth within each individual.
- Kaleidoscope Symphony: The complex array of feelings, emotions, and thoughts that make up our inner world.
- Conductor Extraordinaire: A master of one’s own destiny, navigating life with unique skill.
- Cosmic Atoll: A metaphor for a space of clarity and understanding within the universal sea of complexity.
- Cosmic Orchestra: The symphony of life events, feelings, and activities that an individual composes.
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