I believe I am being confronted with this impossible task: making a perfect idea into a perfect creation . What I fail to recognise is that the idea only seems perfect precisely because it has no counterpart in reality .

When I try to make the best thing, it feels different. It feels like I’m trying to prove something to someone instead of trying to discover something for myself. It feels dishonest and disrespectful of where I’m at. I’m not the best, so why should I try to make the best things? I’m just me, so I should make me things.