I just... I gotta put this somewhere. To all the people who have things to write, to all the people who have something to draw, to sing, to make. I gotta tell you something. No one can make it like you can. Sure, you could get someone to do, they can try and capture your vision, but it's never going to be the same.
I want you to imagine the embodiment of your idea, a spirit if you would. Imagine what they would say:
"I came to you because you were the one that was supposed to give me life. I came to YOU and YOU alone to make me a reality and you gave me to someone else? Are you not good enough? Am I not good enough for you? You couldn't find any way to express me? Any way at all?"
Furthermore, to the people who are too scared to put forth an idea at all. You even unwilling to let someone else give your idea a place in the world. Imagine what that spirit would tell you on your death bed:
"I came to you to give me life, you let