There was, once upon a tiny amount of time, somewhere in his own rented property, a millenial storyteller.
He had an surplus of Technology, Hope, and Creativity, so he decided to start up a new website to tell his stories to the rest of the mankind (and eventually, hopefully, monetize it and finally buy himself some extra sauce for his vegan burritos). For some reason, maybe it was for the lack of Titles, Houses, and Cash, nobody was reading the words he was writing. Not a soul. Not even the shittiest and most insignificant brainwashed idiot minions of the entire planet. Not even boomers.
As a result of this, he never got to know if his stories were actually really great, or if they were not. Since nobody was giving him feedback, his storytelling ability wasn’t growing.
A skill is like a tree, it grows the more you nurture it. You need inspiration and good words of encouragement, maybe some mentoring and a fertilizing enviroment of growth inspiring ideas. But this particular tree was being fed the wrong things! Hopelessness and frustration, inner critique, peanut butter, and a gargantuesque amount of nothingness. In fact, instead of growing, it shrank and shrank.
It didn’t die though, it kept living. Why? Well, because it was undoubtedly tenacious, and also because peanut butter is high in protein and really yummy.
Thus, it became a beautiful bonsai.