But you must fear, His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own.

Is this why we fear greatness?
That once we achieve it
Or have greatness thrust upon us,
We will watch our will slip away?
If we think of greatness as fame
Or fortune
Or power
All those things come with some strings
That could tie up our desires
Such that we can no longer have them.
Like a movie star
Suddenly unable to go out for a coffee
Without creating a stir. Shackled to a sheltered privacy
Everywhere she goes. Greatness can expand
And contract,
Can make us lighter
Or weigh us down.

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