Почему я пишу правильные и прекрасные вещи, но не настолько знаменит чтобы быть в топе авторов

Тот, кто имеет сокровище на небесах, не имеет, как правило, сразу такой уж большой славы на Земле

Про это хорошо сказано в одном из англоязычных стихотворений:

Your name may not appear down here
In this world's Hall of Fame,
In fact you may be so unknown
That no one knows your name;
The Oscars and the praise of men
May never come your way,
But don't forget God has rewards
That He'll hand out someday.

This crowd on earth they soon forget
When you're not up at the top,
They'll cheer like mad until you fall
And then their praise will stop;
Not God, He never does forget,
And in His Hall of Fame,
By just believing on His Son,
Forever — there's your name.

I tell you, friend, I wouldn't trade
My name, however small,
That's written there beyond the stars
In that celestial Hall,
For all the famous names on earth,
Or glory that they share;
I'd rather be an unknown here,
And have my name up there.