Monthly Archives: April 2012

Eliza Doolittle and being somebody’s nobody

I've been listening to Eliza Doolittle a lot in the last couple days, have you heard of her? Usually I've got my country tunes playing in my room, but I love all kinds of music. Eliza Doolittle is such a fun artist. She's funky! And she's got this one song called "Nobody." The main line in the song is "What's wrong with being a nobody?" ...And yesterday, it really made me think. I mean, it made me think some reallyyy big thoughts. I started to question everything about the way we live in Western society - why is it so important to be the best? Why is it so important to be a somebody? Why is it so important to be called "important"? Everybody is a somebody, from the moment they're born. You are special just by being you. But we've convinced ourselves that just being who we are is not enough. Just living isn't enough. You have to be somebody!  And then we make ourselves feel bad for being nobodies.

In the end we're all going to get old, and spend our time sitting in rocking chairs, and reading the newspaper, and then we'll all leave this Earth. And what's the point of it all? Why were we here? We were here to live. To live. Living means trying sushi even if you're 99.9% sure you'll hate it, and going bowling with your friends, and getting through your job from 9am to 5pm so that you can have dinner with your family, and asking that guy / girl out even if you might get rejected, and standing up to the bully at work or school, and training for the marathon when they said you wouldn't be able to walk again, and falling for that boy / girl on your family cruise, and carving a pumpkin with your Mom even though you're too old for it, and dancing your legs off in the nose-bleed section of the concert, and singing songs with your best friends in the car, and getting your heart broken and getting back up from the fall, and writing a rap just because you can, and growing up to be able to tell your grandkids about all these beautiful experiences. Life is tough but it's still wonderful. What's wrong with being a "nobody" as long as you're somebody's nobody? Does that make sense? What I'm trying to say is that there are most likely people in your life or a person in your life who thinks you're special, who loves you. And that makes you just as important as anyone. We should stop putting so much pressure on ourselves to be somebodies. If you live, and you love, and are loved back, you already are important!

hugs and besos,

Maddy Rodriguez