eBohemia?

A dirty little thought keeps crossing my mind, an unpleasant little shadow of doubt.

There's always been little bohemias; places of cultural regrowths where new ideas sprung up, and you could meet other intellectuals, trade ideas, and virtually everyone you would have known later became famous. Paris, New York, San Francisco. Today there's the net. Those one-day famous people you might have shared coffee with in the village in New York 50 years ago today are in their bedroom, on a laptop. We should be able to interact and exchange ideas with virtually anyone. But what if I'm not destined to be one of those memorables? What if I'm just the girl serving the coffee? I don't know. I don't need to be famous. I'd just like to have more time to work on m artwork and I'd like to learn more. It's just this nagging little something; the feeling that I should be working towards something great, not just working to pay the bills. :/ I feel like some day I'll look back and say. 'Yeah. I knew him/her back when they were nobody... Can I top off your cup for you?'