You’re nobody until somebody loves you

I was sitting at my desk this morning diligently working and listening, as I always do, to my iPod. Same routine, different day, really – I sit here from 8:30am to 5pm working and listening to my music. People interrupt, or call my phone, or my office mate turns around with “Hey Spammy, can you look at this?” But, for the most part it’s really the same routine.

This morning my office is empty. Just me, no office mate, and my other office partner who is in the office next door has also left for the long weekend. I’m seriously all alone today and that means that I can sing out loud without having people hush me. That also means that I’m going to be subjected to a significantly larger amount of boredom – nobody to turn around to and engage the general chit-chat that helps the passing of the long day and nobody to get up and go walk over to and stand in their doorway conversing about things that are really not important. Boredom. It will consume me today.

This morning, however, as I was sitting at my desk updating patient demo-graphical information and updating hospital rounding cards, a song came onto my iPod that I hadn’t heard yet. Haven’t heard yet, you say? Really? Samantha, it’s your iPod! Well, yes – while this may be true, I update my iPod constantly and put all types of random music on it. It is not a rarity for something to start playing that I’ve never heard.

In this case, I’ve heard this song before, but just not by this artist. Michael Buble came onto my iPod this morning with his sweet, melodic voice that sends a chill down to my toes every time I hear it. I love his voice and appreciate his restoration of the greatest artists to ever live – Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin – the entire Rat Pack makes me smile. This song, however, struck a nerve this morning.

“You’re nobody until somebody loves you”

Yeah, I may be a jaded little snot head brat right now, but that song just started to make me angry. For those who don’t know the lyrics:

You’re nobody ’til somebody loves you
You’re nobody ’til somebody cares.
You may be king, you may possess the world and it’s gold,
But gold won’t bring you happiness when you’re growing old.
The world still is the same, you never change it,
As sure as the stars shine above;
You’re nobody ’til somebody loves you,
So find yourself somebody to love.

The world still is the same, you never change it,
As sure as the stars shine above;
You’re nobody ’til somebody loves you,
So find yourself somebody, find yourself somebody,
Find yourself somebody to love. – Dean Martin.

I don’t think that this is true. Simply put, I think you’re nobody until you love yourself. I do agree that while the riches of the world don’t amount to anything and that the stars will shine above just the same, I think that you have to find love within yourself before you can be somebody. Finding yourself someone to love isn’t what makes this world – damn it – it’s what brings this world down to its crippling knees with its arms held above its head in surrender. Find that you love yourself first, then maybe you can find someone to love, too.

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