Richard Bach and Ernest Hemingway are examples of authors who have managed to build genuine art with really simple words and sentences.
It is easy to read Jonathan Livingston the seagull or Illusions, and go:
"Hey! That sounds like simple English! I could have written that!"
Similarly it is easy to see basecamp or stack exchange and go:
"Hey! That's a simple application. I could build that in a month!"
The reality however, is that the best of experience and mastery sits humbly camouflaged under layers of honest simplicity and no desire to prove anything to anyone.
Just art; devoid of all craving and desperation.
A simplistic answer to a problem, an honest desire to serve, a humble desire to practice a craft or build stuff for the pleasure of building stuff.
The very fact that you cannot see or appreciate that mastery makes you think that you can do that in a month.
Of course you can build a project management tool, a forum or write a short novel, but the day you start seeing silent mastery hidden in everything remarkable around you is the day you will start taking your first tiny steps towards that very same mastery.
It comes. In it's own sweet time. If you are a young individual full of enthusiasm (or are still basking in the glory of your MBA) and if this post doesn't make any sense to you, come back and give it another read in 10 years; it might.
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