Back then when I was young and know little of the world, I used to think that fame is everything. That it must be amazing to be recognised by the public. That it must felt like a great achievement to have a bunch of people idolizing you. That when you’re well-known, everything becomes easy and your life will be all gold and glitter.
Now that I’m older, I’ve realised how fleeting fame is in this cruel and judgemental world. I’ve also understood that everything comes with a price. One day you might be under the pouring roses and find yourself under great scrutiny right away on the next day. The public will always be on your heels, preparing for the right moment to attack when you slip and fall hard to the ground. Being an idol is like being trapped in a cell on a stage with blindingly bright spotlights, while your audience gawk at you from all sides, expecting nothing but perfection despite their own imperfection.
So as an infamous being, I may not know a lot but I know at least this much and I’m all up for it : Kill your idols.
Everyone of us must have someone we idolise, figures we look up to, respectful beings that we’ve placed on a special pedestal. However most of us fail to understand that under all that seemingly impeccable bravado, is an ordinary human being prone to err. Or in a simpler sense of word, they may be famous but really, they’re just like us, in all the fragility and imperfection that a mere human being possess.
Idols are not saints to be worshipped or robots to be controlled. They should be entitled to express themselves as they see fit, to feel whatever it is that they’re feeling and to be free to go around doing their own business without having others to watch and judge their every move. Like each and every one of us, they can be wrong just as much as they can be right.
To kill our idols is to lower down our expectations of them. Recognise that like all of us, they’re flawed in some way or another. Bring them down to our level so that they’re within arm’s reach. Evaluate their mistakes and applaud their success. Most importantly, to accept their frailty and fallibility as much as we adore their sublimity.
Verily, we’re all entitled to be as human as we ought to be.