I heard some teenage boys on the bus yesterday talking about Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, and about how much they loved it.
We become jaded with the art/music/books/film we love. We see the flaws. We see the framework. We get tired of it, even.
But then a whole new generation comes along and rediscovers it and to them, it is fresh and new and wonderful.
Don’t dismiss your work as out of date or old when it’s been out a few years. Perhaps it has fallen behind a bit. But someone new will along and love it. Don’t dismiss those classics you once loved. Someone somewhere is reading it with fresh eyes and seeing what you once saw.
Art – of any form – never really dies. It just steps into the next room, waiting for those that come after us to open the door. Remember that if you are ever worried you are being forgotten.
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