these perfect days always seem to come at the perfect time.

everything mattered before i met you.

don’t look to the approval of others for your own mental stability.

i’m never content with what i do. i’m living in a permanent dissatisfaction.

i think that’s the secret to doing things well.

is something that you can’t achieve.

it’s crazy how there’s such a thing as perfection, yet there is still no such thing. and when you come that close to perfection, it just goes on and on and on.

and the things that you make are not that important. no matter how important they are, they aren’t that important. you need to see the bigger picture and realize that the world does not revolve around yourself.

and one day, you’ll understand this. because you’ll probably end up meeting somebody, somewhere, on some random day, that does not care what you do.