What the imposter Syndrome does in reality, is restrict you of satisfaction, of rest, of accomplishment; something our capitalistic society and human minds already have done enough of. This lack of contentment reinforces that because of one’s skin color and demographic, something which one cannot change (unlike Capitalism). My obsessions with great humility have been clouded by imposter syndrome itself. Do I despise my greatest works because they are bad, or because I cannot believe that I made them? This is the dilemma. If big ego was a quality I was okay with having; stomping on people on my way to the top, proclaiming that which is mine because I went and got it, no matter who I had to humiliate or how shameless they must have perceived me to be, never would actually be worth it. On the bright side however, I would at least have a chance at redeeming myself while already being at the top.