From the mouth of a commoner

It's strange, this world we live in today. In light of the royal wedding, I've been thinking a lot about America's royalty and how they've come to be.

Some are singers, actors, sports stars. Others simply are born into money and lay themselves before the spotlight, shamelessly basking in glory that is not even their own. Minutes ago, I found myself fumbling through Twitter, seeing what my favorite celebrities were up to and I came upon a startling discovery about myself. I don't much care for celebrities. They're a strange breed, many of which are more in love with themselves than any other person or thing. Even those that claim to be of good moral fiber and standards still gloat about meeting fellow celebutantes or being on this show or that. Granted, this is the life these people intentionally lead and perhaps they cannot see outside the very small social circle they've created amongst themselves. Or maybe they have low enough self esteem that they feel every detail about them is so divine and worthy of mention that it is pasted on virtually every technological outlet in existence, just as a reminder that they are still here.

This may seem like projected jealously, but I assure you that it is not. I feel sorry for those that use their celebrity status to create a selfish vacuum that sucks in their fans attention, yet gives nothing in return. It seems that one in high standing in society should use it for good, not simply for self promotion. We know who these people are, we don't need them plugging their shows in every breath or name dropping left and right. Seriously, we know they exist. There is no shortage of media exposure for the latest album to have dropped or to boost views for the most recent #winning reality show. What I can't seem to wrap my head around is how can these American princes and princesses live with themselves knowing that at the end of the day, really most of what they did was talk about themselves.

I want desperately to see and hear more about how to make this society a better place. As a "commoner," I'd like to see those in higher power in our tainted society use their standing for the betterment of their country and world. It's a breath of fresh air to see the select handful of these people reach out to those in need, raise awareness in the face of tragedy, and humble themselves enough to be real humans. I'm not talking about single acts of "charity" as a publicity stunt, but maintained passion for a cause that matters, something that is genuine and real, that can engage anyone in helping and is truly a form of outreach. That is a rare act in society at all, but more so in the land of the rich, which seems cliche since that is where such giving should be born. Honestly, how many million is necessary to maintain a lifestyle that is comfortable? It seems that selflessness is an old fashioned practice these days, but indeed it is still necessary.

Without one another we stand alone. Alone we can accomplish very little. United, a people can create tidal waves of mercy, compassion and change. If used correctly, celebrity can create sparks that ignite fires in the movement of truly any worthwhile cause. I wish to challenge this to happen, but you see, I am no one significant in the grand scheme of society, a simple pleb amongst the masses. My voice will be heard by those whom choose to open their hearts for long enough to give up part of their day to read this. To those that have, I am grateful, thank you :)

How and when did our country deteriorate from a united front to a vast land with millions of tiny pieces that happen to simply coexist, on the best of days?

There are so many people that chase fame as an ultimate goal, as the defining point in their life when they know that they have arrived and fulfilled their dreams. I realize tonight that I feel sorry for these individuals. When social status sets the bar for your life's accomplishments, perhaps reconsideration of what is important should become a factor. It seems that a far greater priority should be to make a difference, change a life. Reach out and help someone, anyone at all. In doing so, if the public eye happens to gaze upon you momentarily, then what greater way than to spread word of the cause for which you are serving? Call me an old fashioned simpleton but it just seems that the single minded, selfish way of thinking is such a waste of life.

When you are on your deathbed and recounting your life, what will you remember and find pride in? Knowing you lived a life that made a difference, or one that was a documented journey of your every selfish move? I can rest assured that though I may not ever be known by the royalty of American society, I have found my calling. One word, one heart, one inch at a time, I am trying my hardest to reach out to someone else and make a lasting effect on the short existence that is their life.

I may not be royal, but based on the definition of royalty in my country, I'd rather live as a commoner and struggle to change the world than live in my own.