Popularity is fickle. The line between popular success and failure can sometimes be so thin as to barely exist at all. Sometimes all that is required is to be seen in the right light.
For pop failure can be just as fickle. Earning success on your merits, no matter how great, can be reversed entirely by the fickle hand of popularity over something as meaningless as the color of the coat you wore last year.
And so the much more difficult line to walk is to balance the instant success against the instant failure, and find the happy middle ground. You miss out on the wild mobs of adoring fans. You also miss out on the inevitable fall.
if it blows we blew it completely
“boom” is the last thing we would hear
“cut the blue wire” so they say
there is no blue wire here
every wire is red
logic says cut
I’m not dead
I am lucky
we are all lucky
that i picked a red wire
among seven just like it
we will hear “boom” some other year
it did not blow so we succeeded!
Time to check my traps. Not necessarily for dinner, but you never know.
“Hey! Get me out of this cage, and we’ll talk.”
Great. I’ve caught something, and it is chatty. I did not see that coming. “I think we’ll talk for a minute just like this first, thanks.”
“But you must let me out?”
The trap is indeed sprung, and there is something fluffy in the cage. It turns slowly. It is the cat that has been fading in and out around our campsites and generally acting smug. “Not so smug now, eh, wise guy?”
“Call me Bruce. And let me out!”
“Ok, Bruce. You know I’m Sydney and she’s Gwen. Time for a little cooperation.”
After pumping him for all he was worth, we agreed he was acting independently, and was likely not connected to any of the mysteries. So we did let him out.
But did that ungrateful monster thank us?
He faded out practically in my arms as I opened the cage!