There’s something so humbling about realizing the art we create today might outlive us—that the thoughts we capture, the memories we preserve, and the stories we tell could one day be the only bridge between who we were and the people we leave behind.
This hit especially hard because I’ve been guilty of silencing myself, thinking, “Who cares?” But art doesn’t need an audience to matter—it’s a time capsule for future versions of us, for the people who come after us, and sometimes for strangers who needed proof that someone like them existed.
Thanks for this reminder that creating isn’t about clout or going viral—it’s about leaving breadcrumbs of who we are, so even when we’re gone, some part of us stays alive.
You get it! You understand the sacrifice and the reward that comes with the gift of creativity. It is daunting and intimidating to feel invisible, but I've know from the experience the pride you will feel looking back at your contributions to humanity.
There’s something so humbling about realizing the art we create today might outlive us—that the thoughts we capture, the memories we preserve, and the stories we tell could one day be the only bridge between who we were and the people we leave behind.
This hit especially hard because I’ve been guilty of silencing myself, thinking, “Who cares?” But art doesn’t need an audience to matter—it’s a time capsule for future versions of us, for the people who come after us, and sometimes for strangers who needed proof that someone like them existed.
Thanks for this reminder that creating isn’t about clout or going viral—it’s about leaving breadcrumbs of who we are, so even when we’re gone, some part of us stays alive.
You get it! You understand the sacrifice and the reward that comes with the gift of creativity. It is daunting and intimidating to feel invisible, but I've know from the experience the pride you will feel looking back at your contributions to humanity.