Stardom

Adriana has it all.

She is the exact definition of a perfect twenty-something girl that has everything in place. You can mention the ongoing list of her lifetime achievements. Graduated from the most prestigious university with a non-questionable degree, let alone her top rank GPA. Promising career. Long hair, symmetrical face, perfect posture. She is beyond attractive and somewhat nonexistent.

But she’s exist. I know Adriana from the photos she posted and the words she tweeted. I looked at her squared-picturesque life everyday. Scrolling my thumbs on the screen whilst deliberately tapping them twice. It is my only way to show her that I admire her by heart, from afar.

Adriana is the talk of the town. I am not her only admirer, there are 3.9 millions people like me. I talked about her with all of my friends, and none of them have never disagree with me. The conversation becomes twice engaging and less dull when we talked about her. Adriana has physically and mentally attracts both sexes. She knows almost everything. It is interesting how numerous men can develop an emotional attachment to Adriana, even though they have never met her. Adriana is magnifying that way. No wonder everybody wants to be like her.

But not everybody can be like Adriana. Especially if you’re not financially secure, graduated from a prestigious university with the top rank GPA or made of good genes. What we can do as admirers is only talk about how perfect she look or how gorgeous are the things she wears. Sometimes it left us questioning or take pity on our own existence and the life we’re living. Which is exactly what I did, every single day.

Looking at her life made me realize how small I am in this humongous world. I am far from perfect, and I am far from most people. I can’t win their attention and I can’t win their hearts. I am non-existent. I only do exist when I mentioned her name, at least I lighted up the room and brought something to talk about. Even though they didn’t talk about me. I can’t be like Adriana because trying to be like her is against the norm. Crossing and changing my fate is considered as sin. Without enough recourses, trying to be like Adriana is considered as a wasted dream.

All these musings on Adriana made me realized how far I have become today. Reminiscing the moment when I made my own mark in the history which have made me more alive for the first time living as a 22 years old male. That day, without the need of public recognition, I signed up on a social media account with a 7-letters name. I may not be myself, but I can be someone else without changing my fate. Yet, I am living the dream they considered to be wasted.

So thank you for the journey, Adriana.

I shall keep you forever.