Here, let's engage work as the work of peers.
[1]Shakespeare lived an ordinary life, just like you.[1]
Fame often lasts no longer than a woman's beauty (or sometimes less long...). But the Famous if they are ugly will try to shame you for your superficiality in differentially reacting to, esp.: being attracted to people on the basis of a secondary trait they do not have, while they lust for more non-HVAC fans to be attracted to them as sublunary stars.
Therefore: Let me repeat the script of one of my all time favorite commercial advertisements:
A Mega-star Celebrity walks into the lobby of aa 6-star hotel and approaches the reception desk. He expects the red carpet to be rolled out for him and for the whole hotel staff to make sstraight in the desert a highway for our Godhim, because he is a Mega-Cclebrity, and the only reason anybody else exists is to kowtow to him. The desk clerk desultorily looks at the dude and without any show of the least interest, distractedly asks: "Who?"
The Mega-Celebrity does not know what to do with himself. His bloated sef-image deflates like if a lady punched a hole in the Baby Trump balloon with her stiletto high heel. "Who?" Then the Mega-Celebrity takes out his Amerian Express credit card and the clerk immediately snaps to attention to deliver superior, personalized service to the cardholder. "Who"?
The comedian Groucho Marx once said that he would not want to be a member of any club that would have him as a member of it.
Here, let's engage work as the work of peers.
Shakespeare lived an ordinary life, just like you.