Sometimes we cannot help feeling ourselves as being nobody, though most of times we long to be somebody......That is exactly the way life is ..., out of our control, expectation, and even imagination.Willy, a tragic hero in the play, is the very represtitive of us, the ordinary people, the small beings who deserve attention and sympathy.The major difference is that we face life as it is while Willy face it otherwise.He lives on his massive and fansy dreams instead of reality, thus he is doomed to die.Perheps we'd better live on the basis of who we are instead of who we are not....