Lazygiving

Famous people.

On the covers of magazines, the top headlines of news channels, the tips of our tongues spilling the latest gossip...

We are a generation of stalkers, obsessing over every little thing complete strangers do. YES, complete and total STRANGERS.

The ultimate procrastination tool, the dirtiest safe haven.

Famous people fuel our desire to focus on other's problems instead of our own.

Sometimes I wonder...if I were famous, who would I consider more famous than me? What if we ALL were famous? What would happen then? Who's lives would we live instead of our own, waisting away our only existance?

The truth is, the people most considered to be "famous"...the movie stars, the pop singers, the broadway actors...all of them are fake famous.

The only true famous people in life are the ones who directly effect our own lives. The people which have changed us, shaped us, crafted our identities. They are the people who matter in this world. The ones we should worship and devote ourselves to. The people we should thank.

And yet, we don't.

Instead we find the need to dedicate one day out of the entire year to them, and get an excuse to eat like pigs. We call it thanksgiving, but in my opinion I think we should call it lazygiving. Why do we need a day to give thanks? Are we truly that lazy, that selfish, that forgetful? Are we really not thankful at any other time in the year?

Time would be so much better spent if we moved on for our petti-infatuations with people who we've never met, nor mostly likely ever will.

What joy we could bring to the world if we took the time to tell the REAL celebrities of our lives just how much they meant to us. It doesn't have to be a big deal, just a thank you would suffice. A reminder that they matter, that they mean something to us. That their connection is not only by blood or marriage, but by faith, and love, and trust as well. The things that truly matter in life. We all claim that we want world peace, but how can we achieve this without adapting these ideals into our own?

I may be a hypocrite, sitting here, typing this down while fawning over Ryan Reynolds, bigger than life on my t.v. set, then again, I never said I practiced what I preached.
Besides, I might meet Ryan Reynolds and he'll change my life forever. One day. No seriously, he lives in my friend's building.

It's POSSIBLE.

Anything's possible if you make it so.
I just wish we could make it so more often.