‘Famed actor Arnold Schwarzenegger posted a photo of himself sleeping on the street under his famous bronze statue, and sadly wrote ‘How times have changed’…
‘Trying to teach everyone that when you’re ‘important’ in the people’s eyes, everyone is your ‘Friend’ but once you don’t benefit their interests, you won’t matter.’
‘You are not always who you think you will always be, nothing lasts forever.’ Ovilia Mendonca Facebook Photo: E News
Indeed, fame and power, and money and popularity are fleeting.
I observe, with great interest, the preening and prancing of the powerful.
I had the pleasure of becoming friends with several university leaders during my over thirty-two year career at SIU. I watched the, obvious, sycophantic shuffling of those who sought to be ensconced in the good graces of both chancellors and presidents. I also witnessed the, not so obvious, apparent, good will of others…who seemingly wanted to assist the leader and in the methodology of their apparent, ‘good will’, receive a hefty pay raise for their altruistic efforts.
Then, when the leader is no longer in power and unable to facilitate additional money or prestige or power for the supplicants…they melt away like the snow of a spring day.
So, the question is…is our identity our job or our profession or position…or do we identify ourselves uniquely as a one of a kind creation in a world of wannabes and facsimiles and poor imitations?
I was on campus, the other day, and spring is coming again and a time of renewal and rededication to living our unique and unparalleled lives as God intended for us to live them.
‘I am not a stranger to the dark
Hide away, they say
Cause we don’t want your broken parts
I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars
Run away, they say
No one’ll love you as you are
But I won’t let them break me down to the dust
I know that there’s a place for us
For we are glorious
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I’m meant to be, this is me
Look out cause here I come
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me’
This Is Me Keala Settle, The Greatest Showman Ensemble