“All of us who do creative work, get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. You make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you.” –Ira Glass Being a writer of any sort is a constant pursuit of perfection. Every time you review your work you find a new flaw, a new limitation, a new error, a new sentence you could’ve written another way, a new line that doesn’t sound as good in your head, now that you’ve read it 500 times. No matter how many times you edit, rewrite, redo, your work still ends up looking incomplete, feeling unfinished, and never good enough. Having creative minds, we just can’t help it. As the Greeks called it ‘essences’, our mind sees our project in its ideal form. The hardest pill to swallow is that we might never achieve the level of perfection that we see in our minds. There will always be this persistent, obstinate feeling like something's missing. And that is because art is never finished. As someone who writes more than she breathes, I can confirm that even this particular sentence has gone through at least ten different revisions and has been reread another 100 times. And yet, this voice in my head tells me that this is not it, that this is not perfect. Growing up reading works of literary legends, there has always been a part of me that wants to be as good as, that wants to write that well, that wants to be able to stitch words so bewitchingly well that they become a portal to another world for anyone who reads them and put in black and white metaphors that sting them with the emotion that I felt as I wrote them. Every time I come across something I wrote before, I have this nagging feeling to change something about it; add a comma, add a word or change a piece of the plotline and I will be in a constant pursuit to construct that piece. That piece, which is as perfect as I thought it would be, has all the right words and is written just the way I pictured it to be, that flawless piece. Till then, I guess I will just be editing and rewriting the same things over and over and over again.