I’d recently seen the movie ‘Evita’ again for like the third time. While enjoying the show I got stuck at one particular rendition, where Madonna as Eva Peroni is trying to convince everyone around her (including her lover) that someday she’ll make it big. Her song touched me, well actually my misinterpretation of the lyrics “I wanna be, I’ve gotta be a Buenos Aires, Big Apple” sort of left me confused: why would she want so desperately to be a bumblebee? I now realise that the lyrics are not “I wanna be, I’ve gotta be a humble bumblebee”. I mean this is a woman who wanted to be someone, she wasn’t afraid to lead or be showy; in fact I think she thrived on that. It just got me thinking is all...
When in company my grandmother never forfeits the opportunity to mention that she has the most humble grandchildren ever. In doing so she becomes a little less modest, but then again I believe she has earned that right, she is 82 after all. Then I started working through the dots: Are we really humble or just fearful to disappoint? Or am I just the girl selling her soul to climb a ladder in order to be someone? Is this a fear of rejection that now manifests as humility?
So because I never threw my very few achievements in your face, am I humble? Or is it the meaningful ‘Please, Thank you and No thank, I’ve had enough’s that prompt you to believe I have that quality inside of me?
I think the Black Eyed Peas say it best: “I’m a bee, I’m a bee, I’m a humble bumblebee.
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