Think of all the people who have inspired you along the way. Think about that brilliantly designed ad that you ripped out of a magazine in high school because it was the first time you understood typefaces. Think about the blog post you saved and read over and over any time you needed it. Think about the quote you copied, word for word in your journal, because you never wanted to forget it.
There are people out there who have moved you, inspired you, saved you. They may never know that you are their one true fan. They may never know they have any fans at all, unless you track them down and tell them one day.
But just think. You might be this to someone else. You will have written the poem that someone needed. You will write the song that saves that boy’s life. You will write the paragraph that a young girl copied over and over, word for word, in order to memorize it, make it her own, absorb it in her bones.
You. You will make the thing that changes the course of someone’s life.
Don’t think for one second that your art doesn’t matter. You are creating the thing that is out there doing the important work of saving and changing lives.
You are creating to improve the quality of your own soul.
You are creating to knit together the tiny holes in someone else’s soul.
Your work matters.
Your art matters.