We’re All A Somebody, We’re All A Nobody
This is a simple observation post.
We all matter and we all don’t matter.
Whoever we are, at times we stand out, while at others we blend in.
I’m on a London street, Marylebone, on a late morning in August. Satisfied from coffee and Portuguese Tart, I’m ambling along the High Road. I’m just another face right there, a nobody to anyone who looks at me and them to me.
It’s OK, nice even, to simply be myself. We all like to think this.
Then, standing there chatting to her friend, a well known British actress. Pretty, bright, a household name.
But, in that moment, she’s merely her. The animated chat between two friends ignored by passersby because they’re both nobodies on that Monday.
A somebody being a nobody on her own local streets and clearly relaxed in being so.
All around others walk as somebodies; a mum adored by their young son on holiday, business folk on Blackberry’s closing a deal or being sweet to a new client, couples holding hands with eyes only for each other.
The paradox - someone famous feet away a nobody, they a somebody right then and there.
I don’t say hello. Today her identity is to be an everyday soul on the street. Tomorrow maybe it will be different.
The same for us all.
In your world without fail somewhere you play the role of the somebody; the hero, the star, the knowledge holder, the boss, or the lover who makes a heart skip a beat or simply ‘Mom’..
A nobody being a somebody be it on an August morning or Christmas Eve.
You play the nobody quite often too, but nothing about that ever diminishes your identity.
You have a personality, a uniqueness, an originality no-one else can replicate.
This has been a simple observation post.