To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.
I missed meeting this man by one day. At the time, I didn’t know his writing but only knew of him vaguely by the fame of his name in the Humanities circle I was in.
Years later, I picked up a copy of his most famous, though arguable if it’s his best – Slaughter-house Five, or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance With Death – and my love affair with his written voice burst into flame.
For that reason, I’ll never forgive myself for missing a chance encounter with genius by a day, even though it was truly chance and beyond my control. I try, then, to use it as a lesson to take small chances when I can. I’m not very good at following the advice, but sometimes I succeed, and that makes all the difference.