Merely personal outburst

Everyone is partial in one sense or another. Every genius must have a private world that nobody else could step in or merely have a look of its real essence. This world makes him great and at the same time makes him stray away from normal emotion and behavoir, makes him a great genius in a very field, but make him an outcast to people around, to whom he seems to have poured immense passion but factually and unfortunately only in his own unperceptible way. Great works are written by mad people who possess pure and incredible insight for life. For ordinary people, the ability of true appreciation of their works is a present, not to mention to share mutual understanding with the author. Can I make my own life fruitful and colorful?