During my adolescence I slept next to George Michael plastered on my wall. I'm not sure who I thought he was as a person, but he represented a handsome, greek-godly figure in my eyes at the time.
From a distance we are all guilty of admiring fame, success, and fortune for a variety of reasons. Later we learn it is not as glamorous as it might seem, even for the greatest of talents. Essentially they are tortured souls who are liked, loved, adored and admired by millions.
A quick glimpse inside the lives of George Michael and Prince (who both passed this year), we've discovered that achieving the pinnacle of popular appeal, doesn't lead to a happier life yet people still scramble for mass acknowledgement.
These two beloved entertainers led turbulent and often self-destructive lives -not the life of luxury and happiness we would imagine for someone liked by so many.
If being liked feels great, it can't be as good as being yourself. You are living for others when you are playing to your fans.
George Michael stated: "I was too immature to know I was sacrificing as much as I was."
A sacrifice of self.
To be friends with people or to appeal to others, we have to be liked on some level. The trick is to juggle (or balance) our sense of self and our need to be liked.
"If someone really wants to hurt you, they'll find a way. I don't want to live my life worrying about it anymore."
Everybody needs to express themselves in some form- mine happens to be written form...with an opinion. Strong opinions can be useful to others. Those who were undecided or ambivalent can just adopt your stance or gain an ability to formulate their own. Those who disagree can solidify, defend, and empower their stance.