WHEN NO ONE CLAPS :

Rok Chizzy
@chizzyrok738976
4 days ago

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Sitting alone in a dimly lit room, hands covered in the dust of unfinished work. The world outside moves fast—cars honking, people laughing, lights flashing. But here, in this space, time is still. The only sound is the quiet scratch of effort—pen against paper, fingers against strings, brush against canvas.

They have been at this for years. Creating. Building. Pouring every ounce of themselves into something the world has never seen. And maybe never will.

Because no one claps for the work done in silence.

No one claps when they stay up late, battling self-doubt, wondering if they are wasting their life on a dream that refuses to bloom. No one claps when they sacrifice sleep, comfort, or even sanity, just to bring something into existence. No one claps for the failed attempts, the torn pages, the deleted drafts, the endless cycle of almost-but-not-quite.

And that’s the part that hurts the most. Not just the struggle—but the loneliness of it. The unbearable thought that maybe, just maybe, this effort is invisible. That no matter how hard they push, no one will ever see. No one will ever care.

They look at others—those who are celebrated, those who have made it—and wonder if they were ever here too. In this place of emptiness. In this place where the applause never comes.

But the truth is… the world is silent before it listens.

Every masterpiece was once unnoticed. Every great name was once a whisper. Every legend was once a nobody, working in the dark, doubting, breaking, yet somehow—continuing.

But that doesn’t change the pain of now.

The silence is loud. The doubt is real. And the question lingers in the air like smoke from a dying fire:

Who cares?

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