i wrote a good deal for my paper today, but i don’t feel satisfied. this is because i don’t know when to stop. i don’t know when to stop reaching and when to stop writing. it seems like nothing is ever good enough. there are a lot of people who don’t know how hard others try. all they care about is the end result. it’s
kind of godawfully frustrating. like, books take years, decades to write. and we can finish reading them in a day, an hour, a minute. goldman sachs makes 15 million dollars overnight from just shaking hands with other companies, but experiments take years to get right and scientists researching cancer drugs still have to write 10 page grants listing out the reasons why they should be granted a couple hundred thousand. bitter? indeed. i think there’s no more respect in this world.
p.s. everyone should watch 3 idiots.