Nice but doesn't prove it
The oak tree, as magnificent and as tall as it grows doesn't pause its growth to explain its shade to a bird passing by.
The big river carves canyons, literally shape the very earth we stand on and doesn't ask for any applause,
The work of the water is written in giant stones, not in words.
You plant your garden in the dark
each watering is in itself a seed beneath the soil.
Some of which will bloom in places no one looks, and that's the point of all your toil.
So tend your corner of the world
with your own hands, get them too busy to wave and your mind too focused to tell others what your hands are doing.
For the others, allow them to wonder, let them guess what you do behind closed doors.
But the light in your room will show outside through the little holes in the window. It always finds a way out.
They will see eventually.
There's a certain freedom in being good without having to prove it to anyone.
Live it, let them notice later or never.
Either way, you've already done the work that matters.
And the results will speak louder than your voice ever could.
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