There a lot of things in life that are simply dead weight. Pride will drag you down quicker than you can get a last gasp. One moment you are on the surface, and then you hit bottom.
The problem with thinking highly of yourself is that it is all in your head. If this ever gets out, it will be in the form of flatulence. Ah, the intoxicating aroma of crashing spirits!
Achievement is its own reward, and no fanfare is necessary. Do what you do because you love to do it. Be who you are, because you are a real person and not some painted doll.
Nothing is new, so no one will be impressed by your pomp. We have all seen and smelled it before. If you sow better, then you might be deserving of the praise you so desperately seek.
People do not learn, because the problem is within. They believe their own press, with the fake articles and gratuitous close-ups. Such will try hard to convince themselves the smile is real.
Those who are lifted up shall fall. Their remains will lie scattered as a lesson to the rest. Praise is transitory and not given freely, for there is a price to be paid and it is inflated indeed.