I know sometimes, in order to survive, to earn a living, to love and to be loved, we have to sell ourselves and may seem to have a lot to show off.
But most people don't really care who I am, or who you are... They neither love you nor hate you. They see you as no different than a tree, a cluster of grass, a stone or a bird.
We may struggle for the attention, respect or recognition we think we deserve, but we are not living for most other people. We are living only for ourselves and for the very few who really care about you.
It's more than enough to have a family to hold on to and a few really good, genuine friends.
