A fable, from Aesop:
A fir tree and a bramble were growing next to each other in the forest, and one day, their conversation turned to their status in the world.
"I imagine you're envious of me," said the fir.
"You keep on imagining," said the bramble. "I wouldn't be you for all the tea in China."
"That's your problem. You've got no ambition. You're content with what you've got. Thorns and all."
"Yep."
"Now, take me, for instance. First off, no thorns. Second, I stand straight and tall, reaching for the sky, friend to the clouds. I'm beautiful, and I'm useful: don't men desire me for the roofs of their houses, the keels of their ships?"
"They do indeed," said the bramble.
And by coincidence, two woodcutters approached at that very moment, and with their axes felled the fir tree, delimbed it, and dragged it off to be chopped into pieces.
Moral:
A famous man has more glory than lesser people, but he is also exposed to greater dangers. (Laura Gibbs)
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Better poverty without care, than riches with. (George Fyler Townsend)
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When you've got it good, keep your mouth shut, because karma's a badass.