One thing I’ve learned during my nearly 2 years dabbling in social media, blogging and musical composition plus 4 plus years as a self-published author is that no one cares. My relevance among the millions of others that do what I do is exceedingly low and what’s not clear and surely the question that others have too is whether it’s the odds we’re all up against or the quality of our material that dictates this.
I’ve sold hundreds and hundreds of copies of my books, have thousands of views of my blog and tens of thousands of listens to my music. But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t believe anyone really cares. And I don’t think I’m alone here. So what can we do about it?
- Continue to try to break through: write that brilliant piece of literature, that tune that everyone has to hear again, craft that perfectly clever 140 character sentence that goes viral
- Continue trying to convince others that my work is truly as good as I know it is, i.e. marketing
- Give up (I’ve already tried that and I can’t do it)
- Something else? Maybe just keep producing what I think is pretty good just because it’s what I do…and it’s fun
Sure, it would be nice to receive that ever so elusive “validation”, that knowledge that you are influencing others with the same interests – to win the race against irrelevance.
With age comes a natural drift that robs us of our relevance. We become less aware of popular culture, making it more difficult to identify with those younger than us, and our brains deteriorate in their ability to process the complex nature of reality and relationships. If we stay alive long enough, we are all destined to eventually achieve complete irrelevance as a drooling elderly person propped up in the corner of the room that everyone either mocks, treats rudely or just sees as an inconvenience. It’s just a matter of how fast we’re going to get there. What you do now in your moments of maximum relevance determines that.
We are but squealing pigs running down a beaten path wondering if we will ever find that pool of mud-respect that we so desire and that we so deserve. As we run we ponder if we will ever get where we’re going, yet we really have no idea where that is, do we?
Do we veer off down a less-traveled path or continue wearing down the one we are on? Maybe our path to mud-relevance will be revealed if we just keep our little piggy eyes open.
Could recognition be around the corner?
Will the gods of respect reach in and grant us the greatness we deserve?
Can the deity of relevance reveal this piggy’s path to deliverance?
Maybe when we sprout little piggy wings and learn to fly.