I stay building someting dass mine

Somebody I nevah meet befo stay using da ting I wen make. Not as one favor, not cuz I wen ask. Dey wen find um, um wen do wat dey needed, and dass da whole transaction. Someting I wen build wen go out and work, and me not standing right nex to um explaining wat um was fo. Da only sensible response, go make da next one.

One short message on da screen from one stranger. Four lines, no fancy stuff, and bettah den fancy, cuz nobody had any reason on dis earth fo be generous about um. I wen read um mo times den I going admit. Undaneath um, one cursor stay blinking inside one empty file.

Fo one long stretch I wen make tings in private and I nevah tell nobody, and I wen call dat having standards. Was mo close to having one good hiding place. Long as da work stay unseen, nobody can judge um, and work dat nobody can judge, um also no can improve, so I was trading da entire upside jus fo da comfort of nevah being wrong wea people can see. From da inside dat wen feel like modesty. From outside um wen keep everyting small, and small was da price I wen pay and nobody eva wen show me da invoice.

Saying um out loud, dat not bragging. Dass letting da ting exist somewea besides behind my own eyes, wea reality can reach um and correct um. Every piece of work I wen finish wen come bettah da moment one oddah person could see um, and not even one wen improve during all dose months I wen spend quietly polishing um in da dark. Feedback, dass not da fee dey charge fo finishing. Dass da only ting dat make da next one bettah den dis one.

So today I going tell one person wat I stay making. Out loud, plain words, no apology in front of um and I no going shrink um down first so nobody can accuse me of taking um serious. One person, dass da requirement. Da count, dass not da point. Moving um from one place dat stay perfectly safe and completely useless to one place wea one human being can respond to um, dass da point.

Mine, real, and oddah people can reach um. Not one of dose three wen need um fo be big first, and holding out fo big, dass exactly how one ting stay none of dem. Small and real beat big and imaginary.