I want to be a celebrity

Don’t they seem to have all the freedom in the world?
No matter what tabloids, newspaper, and the TV says about them, they can wander around with out fear. But I bet they weren’t always fearless.
No one is born fearless.

Or maybe they do pop in to the world with brave hearts and happy minds, although contradictory to the incessant screaming. But it’s necessary, the screaming is necessary to live.
The celebrities must close their doors and scream, just like their brave baby lungs did when they started life.

I want to be a celebrity, with the paparazzi, the make-up and hair, the beautiful house and wardrobe, the fans chasing after you everyday, the solace of a home away from the world, and everyone talking about me every second of the day.

But even a celebrity has to be good at something to be where he or she is in the first place.

There is no way out of working hard. Gah.