Wednesday, May 6, 2015
They sit in their bedrooms, not knowing they are writing the most beautiful song you will ever hear. They go to their jobs, hiding great novels somewhere in the depths of their computers. They paint, not knowing how important their picture will be.
They do all this with no promise of any reward or any recognition, and so there are truly great, secret things, everywhere. Waiting to explode.
It is the most beautiful thing in the world.
Written by Me at 6:27 AM