most of the time when i am just scrolling over and over on my cell phone, i lose myself in some thoughts about those videos where random and talented people get a golden ticket or buzz.
usually this random is singing something, a cover from something successful and famous, familiar to all ears in the audience.
the judges, usually three or four of them, sit right in front of the big stage, with one of them placed as the theatrical villain, that will for sure complain about a note out of place, a bad song choice or maybe what the random person is wearing or even said at some point.
but then, they hit a point, a perfect point in time and space, almost like a butterfly effect happening right in front our eyes.
the crowd shifts from shocked silence to a roaring ovation: a moment where all gods – and even satan – might forgive and forget the sins any random talented individual person has committed in their entire life.
but no one seems to notice that some talents are never put under the spotlight like writers and poets. we are the forgotten talents that everyone consumes: our plays, our books, our songs, poems, verses; we are more than often quoted and misquoted, but still no one know or care to remember our names.
i feel invisible. Like every author we quote and forget.
about everything 