A two-part reflection on fame, greed, and the only kind of immortality that truly matters.

by Oddly Robbie

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Part I — Chasing Fame and Legacy: Put Into Perspective

Throughout history, people have done extraordinary — and sometimes absurd — things just to be remembered.

Kings built monuments.

Rulers carved their faces into stone.

Even today, billionaires name towers after themselves.

But time humbles everything.

Buildings crumble, or the names on them change with the next donation or political shift.

Even the tallest skyscrapers rarely stand a hundred years before someone replaces them with something “better.”

Music feels eternal — yet even songs fade.

Styles shift, cultures move on.

Once, Elvis was The King of Rock.

Now, he’s a name people recognize, but rarely play.

Fame is just another rhythm in the timeline of taste — here, then gone.

And now, in the digital age, fame moves faster than ever.

Someone can go viral and be seen by millions,

only to fade back into obscurity in a few short weeks —

just a few lazy clicks away from being forgotten.

Chasing fame online is like chasing smoke.

It feels real for a moment, but try to hold it, and it disappears.

So what are we really chasing?

Why do we want our names etched into rock or encoded in pixels?

Why do we fear being forgotten?

Maybe it’s because being forgotten feels like never having mattered.

But maybe the truth is simpler —

we already matter, by existing now.

We shape the people around us,

leave impressions in their lives,

and ripple through time in ways that can’t be measured or recorded.

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True Examples of Legacy

When I think about people who truly understood this, I think of Audrey Hepburn and Jane Goodall.

Neither chased fame — yet both became timeless.

Audrey Hepburn, once one of the most beloved faces in cinema, quietly stepped away from the spotlight to dedicate her later years to children in need through UNICEF.

Jane Goodall devoted her life to understanding and protecting our planet’s creatures — not for recognition, but for love and respect toward all living beings.

They are remembered not because they were seen,

but because they saw others.

Their compassion became their signature —

a kind of immortality that fame could never offer.

They remind me that the quiet light of empathy outlasts any spotlight,

and that the truest fame is being remembered by the hearts we’ve helped to heal.

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The True Legacy

How we live now — with intent — ripples through humanity.

The best way to be remembered is not by our name,

or what we are known for,

but by how our humanity helped humanity.

Legacy isn’t carved in stone or written in code —

it’s carried in the gentle way we shape the lives of others.

When we live so that others may live fuller, more peaceful lives after us,

we leave something that time cannot erase.

That is the legacy worth being grateful for —

our kindness woven quietly into the fabric of humanity,

thread by thread,

act by act,

heart by heart.

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My Own Place in the Fabric

For me, I’ve got a few songs out there —

maybe that’ll buy me another twenty years of being remembered. Maybe.

But honestly, I don’t think I’ll care much if someone builds me a statue after I’m gone.

I won’t be here to see it.

What matters is now —

how I can be part of this living fabric of humanity,

how I can help build something stronger,

kinder,

and more connected.

If Oddly Robbie can play even a small hand in helping the planet heal,

in reminding people to live with empathy and imagination,

then that’s the kind of immortality I’m grateful for.

Not a statue.

Not a name in lights.

But a pulse —

woven into the heartbeat of humanity itself.

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Part II — The Sentence of Greed

I dreamed of a man who was sentenced to life —

but in this future, prisons no longer existed.

The sentence was symbolic, not physical.

There were no bars, no guards, no punishments.

In this new era, courts no longer judged with cruelty —

they used wisdom instead.

Every guilty act was seen as a symptom of disconnection from humanity,

and the sentence was always the same:

find your way back to being human.

The man’s act of cruelty had been greed.

He had more than enough, yet could not give — not even a coin.

To part with anything meant to feel “less.”

And so, his real prison was inside him.

But one day, something shifted.

He took a leap of faith —

and let go of his excess.

When he did, millions were fed and clothed.

The weight of his wealth melted away,

and he realized that the smallest act of humanity

was worth more than a lifetime of possession.

His greed had been the true prison,

and kindness was the key all along.

He was free.

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Freedom Beyond Illusion

Maybe that’s what all of us are learning —

that the cages we feel are often ones we built ourselves.

Fame, greed, control, fear — they all whisper the same lie:

that we must be more to be remembered.

But to be remembered isn’t the goal.

To be remembered for our humanity is.

We free ourselves the moment we choose compassion over competition,

connection over control,

love over legacy.

And that’s where this reflection ends — and the music begins.

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🎵 Song — The Prison of Greed

In a world that outgrew punishment,

They traded justice for grace.

A man stood guilty of cruelty,

His sentence — a mirror to face.

They said, “You’ll be free when you do one human act,”

But he trembled, afraid to give back.

His greed was the prison, the walls made of fear,

The key was compassion, already near.

He let go his riches, a river was freed,

And millions were fed by the fall of his greed.

He owned more than he could ever spend,

But a penny felt too much to lose.

He clutched his gold like a breath of air,

A slave to the things he’d choose.

Even one human moment can break all the chains,

One spark of kindness washes away the stains.

No bars can hold a heart that gives,

In giving, he learned how to live.

His greed was the prison, now love is his creed,

The world was reborn by the fall of his greed.

Freedom’s not something you buy or plead,

It begins in a single, humane deed.

The Prison of Greed isn’t just a song — it’s the release.

The sound of chains falling from the spirit,

the quiet proof that freedom is born

the instant we give more than we take.

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Oddly Robbie

VR Music Artist | Humanitarian | Advocate for a More Peaceful World