Normal Life / Fame Life
Some people think that being famous is a nice thing but I don't think it is true. Look at those people, sometimes they might fake a smile while you never know. You don't know what happens behind the camera. Maybe they wish to lead a normal life like they used to live. Normal people can walk freely, they don't need security guards to protect them, they don't need security cameras at their house. They can go wherever they want to go without anybody interrupting their day. Their lives are not known and you never hear any rumours about them but what about the famous people? It's different. They need to hide not to be seen. Even if they did not do anything bad, you will hear rumours about them. And as always rumours spreads like fire. People admire them, love them and even become happy because of them but there are also haters. Haters who can humiliate them sometimes or even abuse them. Why? Are they not humans like normal people? Or is it just because some people are jealous? They had dreams and they made it happen. It's their life, why spread hate when they even don't know you? You hate them because you don't love them or what they do but that does not mean others hate them too. You spread rumours for others to hate them since you know you are alone. But those people are just like us. The only different is that they can never do anything according to their will as they are given rules by those in charge. So, not all things you see is true as some are just imaginary to make others happy.
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