Perhaps anyone who has endeavored to become anything at all can identify with going altogether unnoticed by the larger percentage of those whom you seek to impress.
The almost desperate urge to be appreciated for the things which we put all effort towards is something which can lead a person to ruin or success. Today I am feeling this more powerfully than ever, though it seems to whisper more of ruination than of glory. I've put in a great amount of work to becoming the things which I aspire to-- a well-dressed Lolita, an artist, a published author. But no matter how many moments, hours and years I dedicate to these goals I never feel like I'm getting any closer to achieving my goals. I've been a Deviantart artist for 6 years now, and I still don't get as much as a blink from more than two or three people when it comes to my original work.
How does anyone really deal with-- or perhaps accept-- the fact that what they do is simply just not good enough and that they will never actually reach the level that they aspire to? Is it not nonsensical to follow a path which invariably leads to a broken dream, to a garden which one has been banished from?
People often answer this question with, "Just keep trying! You'll be there one day!"
Perhaps this is the most sadistic sentiment of all.
11 years ago