We all look up to the same stars. Even THOSE famous people.

I know, I know, it's the moon not the stars. Forgive me.

The clock says it 9:48, but it feels like midnight.

Hair whipped back in the wind, blissfully ignorant of how I look in the darkness, street lights flying by.

As I stared at the stars out the window, I had a revelation.

As I’m sure you know, there are celebrities, right? And we (sometimes) want their life, right? Right.

The deal is: they don’t get any more sunshine than we do. They don’t automatically get an envelope of happiness delivered straight to their door. They have to brush their teeth same as we do.

They look up to the same stars we do.

They aren’t any more valued in God’s eyes. God doesn’t love them any more than you. God doesn’t just look at the outside, he looks at the inside. They're humans, just like you.

As I gaze at the stars, everything swirls back into its rightful perspective. It’s not really about having lots of money or fame, is it? It’s about God. His purpose.

Sure, follow celebrities, but just admire them, don’t compare. You can’t be happy and compare.

God should be plan A, whether you’re an Oscar winner or not (if you are an Oscar winner then wow I can't believe you're reading this and what the heck).

X

*And please don't think I'm saying being a celebrity is bad. If you are, then congrats. It's just that 99% of the population isn't, so as they say...."take the meat and leave the bones". I tried to make it as meaty as I could. Honest.