Idols

We all have idols. We look up to certain friends and faraway people. Others might look up to us. This is no ladder, though; our idols’ idols are usually not our own idols.

I wonder why my idols idolize others in the same way I do to them. I like to think that my idol is better than my idol’s idol. They should just be content with themselves.

They are still people, though. Without their idols, how could they have gotten to where they are now, at least in our eyes?