“We’ll never be royals. It don’t run in our blood.”
The obsession with celebrity is the worship of a bar that many of us can neither quantify, comprehend, nor manifest.
In light of shiny things and appearances, where everyone is their own marketing team, we are subject and privy to images of lives loved by people we don’t know. But we want in.
We think so lowly of ourselves, thus create titles of grandeur in order to allude to prestige – like a new business owner who must use LLC on each and every business card, in each and every email signature to let people know – “Take me seriously…I’m legit!”
We want things without ever wanting to know ourselves.
We pronounce our vision of success on the lives of others, judging and denouncing a person who hasn’t achieved what often we haven’t either. The pain we inflict on one another….
We denounce the day laborer, yet hire the day laborer…hired by someone who’s life has become too full (or feeble) to keep her own panties washed. These people don’t serve us – they support us. They aren’t pedestals, they are support beams.
We can’t separate prestige in the world by Team Hands and Team Head. Whatever you use to do your best work in the world, with your whole heart, is the inspired work of God and God alone.
You may never be king, or CEO. You may never rule over thousands. You may never feel the weight of a purse full of gold. You may never change the fate of men with the stroke of your pen. Your name may never be in lights. Is your life thus trivial? Never.
(Indeed, 3 weeks ago I dined with the CEO of the world’s largest travel company. I couldn’t find the pretension in him…the JOY in my heart to find that with all of his “power”, he was humble.)
In the face of ego, I accept that none of us are as big as we think we are. In the eye of the Universe, we are all the same size and derive from the same star. And I believe that our dreams to hear applause from stadiums of people in our name is just our own human desire for appreciation. Recognition. Love.
I don’t need a crown to hold up my head.
And I don’t need lights to be loved. I am Love. And so are you.
You are the truth.