Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin - find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.

Genius is just human, like you

There's something quietly radical about this advice. We tend to treat great art like it emerged from some unreachable realm—the work of geniuses operating on a different plane than us regular people. But Angelou is saying something simpler and more powerful: that Van Gogh was a human who woke up, made mistakes, struggled with doubt, and then made something beautiful anyway. That Aretha Franklin was someone with a voice and a choice about how to use it. When you really let that sink in, it changes how you see both the art and yourself.

The sneaky part is what this realization does to you. Once you understand that extraordinary things come from ordinary people like you, it becomes harder to accept your own excuses. You can't blame a lack of special talent or some inherent difference because you've just met the evidence that there isn't one. But rather than being deflating, this is actually liberating. It means the barrier between admiring something beautiful and creating something beautiful isn't mystical—it's just work, courage, and time. That's something anyone can access.