γEven If No One Reads Itγ
Why do I keep creating content? Why do I keep writing on Substack, even though English isn't my first language?
Not for the money. Not to sell you a method or package my knowledge as a product.
I just want to leave behind this clumsy, honest version of myself in my 40s β captured through today's filter, before it fades.
Even if no one reads it, even if no one listens β
if it's the greatest thing you've made, at least to you, that's enough.
That's the idea behind this song.
---
π Lyrics
[Intro]
(soft acoustic guitar, quiet humming)
[Verse 1]
I'm not so good with English words
I lean on AI, that's how it works
But still I write what today brings
Before it fades, before it disappears
As long as this platform stands
I'll keep on reaching out my hand
Not for the money, not to sell a scheme
Just to leave this clumsy, honest dream
[Pre-Chorus]
If my paid readers start to grow
I'll have more time to let it flow
But I won't sell you \"how to win\"
I just want to show you where I've been
[Chorus]
Even if nobody reads it
Your story has its worth
At the very least, to you
It's the greatest on this earth
Even if nobody hears it
Your song still finds its place
At the very least, to you
It's the greatest you could make
[Verse 2]
Articles, videos, podcasts too
Music, songs, all made for you
They're not separate, not apart
They're one true thing, one single heart
For those who read, I write it down
For those who watch, I turn it 'round
For those who listen, I record my voice
For those who feel, a song's my choice
[Pre-Chorus]
As AI keeps on growing fast
Maybe someday, beyond the past
It'll carry this same truth I hold
In ways we've never seen unfold
[Chorus]
Even if nobody watches
Your video has its worth
At the very least, to you
It's the greatest on this earth
Even if nobody's listening
Your podcast finds its place
At the very least, to you
It's the greatest you could make
[Bridge]
Whether you're working nine to five
Freelance, in between, still trying to thrive
A student, a parent, retired at last
Or free from money, living fast
Be who you are, let it come alive
Send your voice out, set it free to fly
The process itself, the work, the art
That's what matters, that's the start
They say your work means nothing at all
Unless somebody hears the call
But I believe it's fine to start
Making something just for your own heart
[Final Chorus]
Even if nobody reads it
Your story has its worth
Even if nobody hears it
Your song still finds its place
At the very least, to you
It'll be the greatest one you've made
At the very least, to you
A treasure that will never fade
[Outro]
As long as this platform stands
I'll keep on writing, keep on writing
Keep on writing...
(guitar fades out)
π Links
X: https://x.com/hatchy_notes
Threads: https://www.threads.com/@hatchy_notes
Substack: https://hatchy99.substack.com/
","author_name":"Hatchy"}