I once heard you see, while a few steps away from a fishermen, who sought fish at the sea.
I pondered upon why he kept his net still, though the waters had no ripples and remained still.
He turned to me with a smile and eyes that shone brightly. He gazed into my eyes and saw that I was weary.
For in truth, I was you see. I’d worked and worked. I’d searcher and searched. I did all I could to see my dreams through but none had worked out you see.
The fisherman turned to me and said all so plainly;
"When you have a bait worth biting into, the fish will come to you. "
So, dear friends of mine. Keep writing, keep painting, keep doing what you’re doing do those who know its worth will come trooping for it soon.
A word for your heart, from the new kid.