It's hard to create something you're completely proud of. It's hard to make something, shape it and love it, without doubting yourself every five minutes.

Everyday, I write sentences, at times long winded and some times stubby. Then, I look back and wonder if they have any substance or are just pieces of fluff. It becomes hard to tell after a point, the lines blur and my judgement fails me.

I write, reluctantly on some days even, hoping to reach a place where I can nod with some amount of satisfaction at my work, atleast more often than not.