It is an old trope: Ordinary people seeking to be creative among their peers -- and succeeding to a degree but not contributing much value to the society in which they live. "Music Man" had matrons taking on "Grecian Urn" poses in a counterpoint to the musical fantasies of yearning parents. Those yearnings were kept to the background in the classic musical but they were easily recognizable by the audiences who share them.
The trope is two headed: We yearn but we despair. We yearn to create as humans are meant to create. We despair of success and we expect failure because we have learned only triumphal and commercial success counts as creativity. Only the creators of the "Music Man" musical theater are masters in this field; the people who reproduce the show also have a smaller and less enduring kind of creative success; the rest of us only participate in the accomplishments of others.
The yearning continues. Yet we seldom find an outlet where our small creativities are released, shared, enjoyed, and built upon. Young children playing "Let's pretend" or singing unskillfully or drawing colorful scribbles to share on the refrigerator door are accepting of a minor creativity in everyday life but I seek to be famous for my sketches. Not necessarily internationally famous but you know a merely county-wide name is ephemeral. Few enough people in Brown County even know the name of Norbert Kox, who did become world famous. What hope do my drawings have of forming a legacy for future generations?
Of the few people I come in contact with only a small portion sustain an interest in the artistic works I create and fewer still will also share any understanding with the artist. I may read my poem "The Stone" to a group -- in fact, I did once -- but the chance of it inspiring any insight in their minds was less than 1 in the 8 people present. In terms of creative art, the adage is "cast your bread upon the water and after many days it will be soggy."
Some people defend themselves by never sharing anything creative, some by limiting their creative output to transient conversation among close friends. I find I imagine an audience and save the collected works against the day my imagination becomes embodied. Most especially I write witty essays for my future self, an audience I have plausible hope will someday exist and who is likely to appreciate my present skill in thought and composition.