Everyone Else’s Goal’s To Get Big-Headed
I’m really feeling this poem today:
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
–Emily Dickinson
Applies today more than ever, don’t you think?