Switching it up with some of my favorite poetry:

It is not seemly to be famous

Celebrity does not exalt;

There is no need to hoard your writings

And to preserve them in a vault.

To give your all - this is creation,

And not - to deafen and eclipse.

How shameful, when you have no meaning,

To be on everybody's lips!

Try not to live as a pretender,

But so to manage your affairs

That you are loved by wide expanses,

And hear the call of future years.

Leave blanks in life, not in your papers,

And do not ever hesitate

To pencil out whole chunks, whole chapters

Of your existence, of your fate.

Into obscurity retiring

Try your development to hide,

As autumn mist on early mornings

Conceals the dreaming countryside.

The others, step by step, will follow

The living imprint of your feet;

But you yourself must not distinguish

Your victory from your defeat.

And never for a single moment

Betray your credo or pretend,

But be alive-only this matters-

Alive and burning to the end.

— Boris Pasternak, My Sister Life