I think that one of my greatest
fears is that I will never be able to have any of my writing
published. It is a discouraging thought. Sometimes I wonder what I am
doing with myself. I wonder if I am only deceiving myself, selfishly
following a dream that I have no right to follow, when I could be
making myself more useful in another field. I suppose this is a fear
that most aspiring artists have at some point; that perhaps, despite
their efforts, they will never be recognized. The world is full of
brightly burning minds, all competing for attention. Some few will
get it. The rest will either work themselves to exhaustion and
receive little recognition for their efforts, or will give up
entirely and find some more stable enterprise. Their work will fall
into some dark crevice and lie there forgotten, and no one will ever
know it came into being.
I find comfort in one thing.
When a person has an idea, and breathes life into it, they bring
something into the world that was not there before. Perhaps this new
thing, whatever it may be-- a song, a poem, a painting-- may never
become well-known. Perhaps only a handful of people will ever hear of
it, or perhaps no one besides the maker will ever find pleasure in
it, but the fact remains that something has been created. This in
itself is beautiful and miraculous.
There is a line in the song "Subdivisions" by Rush, that says, "some will sell their dreams for small desires." I think it means that some people will give up on the things that matter to them in favour of fulfilling other wants, such as having financial security or fitting in with the people around them. Don't sell your dreams for small desires. Whatever it is that you create,
keep doing it. It doesn't matter if you never become “successful”
in the worldly sense of the word. If there are dreams in your head, let them out and give them life.
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