There’s a hit of dopamine that spikes at the sight of it. A smile stretches…
I read somewhere that perfectionism rarely begets perfection. And if it ever does, you’ll have ripped out all of your youthful hair out by the end. (Assuming you have a head of hair.)
You’ll be trading too much of your time just to get that last bit of dirt underneath your nail.
It’s 4 AM, and I’ve been writing for almost five hours now. Its been a long time since I’ve felt the desire to write for this long. I feel creative, I feel inspired, and despite the lack of sleep, I think I’ll continue writing.