19 May Voltaire was not famous and he desired and desired and he worked hard (OSHO)
You do hard work to become famous. One day you become famous. Now you cannot move in the street. Now the crowd stares at you. You don’t have any freedom. Now you have to remain closed in your chamber. You cannot get out, you are imprisoned. Now you start thinking about those beautiful days when you used to walk on the streets and you were so free… as if you were alone. Now you hanker for those days. Ask the famous people….
Voltaire writes in his memoirs that once he was not famous — as everybody was one day not famous — and he desired and desired and he worked hard, and he became one of the most famous men in France. His fame increased so much that it became almost dangerous for him to go out of his room, because in those superstitious days people used to think that if you can get a piece of the clothes of a very great man, it becomes a protection; it has tremendous value, protective value. It protects you against ghosts, against bad accidents and things like that.
So if he had to go to the station to catch a train, he would go under police escort, otherwise people would tear his clothes. Not only that — his skin would be torn, and he would come home with blood flowing. He became so fed up with this fame — that he could not even get out of his house; people were always there like wolves to jump upon him — and he started praying to god, ‘Finished! I have known this. I don’t want it. I have become almost a dead person.’ And then it happened. The angel came, must have come, and he said, ‘Okay.’ By and by his fame disappeared.
People’s opinions change very easily; they don’t have any integrity. Just like fashion, things change. You can be famous one day, the next day you can become the most notorious man. One day you are at the top of your fame, the next day people completely forget about you. One day you are the president, the next day you are just citizen Richard Nixon. Nobody bothers.
It happened that people’s minds changed, the opinion, the climate changed, and people completely forgot about him. He would come to the station and he would long that at least someone, at least one person must be waiting there to receive him. And nobody would come to receive him — only his dog.
When he died, there were only four persons giving him the last goodbye; three were men and the fourth was his dog. He must have died in misery, again hankering for fame.
What to do? This is how things go on. Mind will never allow you to be happy. Whatsoever the condition, the mind will always find something to be unhappy about. Let me say it in this way: mind is a mechanism to create unhappiness. Its whole function is to create unhappiness.
If you drop the mind, suddenly you become happy… for no reason at all. Then happiness is just natural, as you breathe
Fame, Fortune, and Ambition