What if, the coolest person on the planet didn’t know they were the coolest person on the planet, because of a few self-doubts, a few trace fears, or the occasional twang of inadequacy. Or because they somehow thought fame, or wealth, or popularity mattered. Or because they just didn’t know the effect they had on others.
It would be a pity, huh? A real travesty. And, of course, telling them wouldn’t achieve much because they’d never believe you. Never. They’d be too modest to accept it. Too naïve to see it. And, well, too cool to think it mattered.