Perfection becomes the goal of life itself.
...I remember shaking. My legs were like cotton wool, and those 500 meters took me about half an hour to cross. And I had absolutely no idea how I'd walk in and say it... Already in the elevator somewhere between the 3rd and 7th floor, panic gripped me so completely that I couldn't breathe. Every perfectionist knows this moment — when the fear of 'not good enough' paralyzes the entire body.
After my first year of university, I fell into depression. I failed an exam in the summer session, was sent to retake it, and my parents spent the entire summer following me around with an 800-page textbook and the words 'Stop going out, sit and study.' In September I retook it and got a perfect score — and following that, continued down the path of straight A's for the sake of straight A's.
Creating a new theory is not like demolishing an old barn and building a skyscraper in its place. It's more like climbing a mountain, which opens new and wider views, showing unexpected connections between our starting point and its broader surroundings.
...One day I woke up and realized something. I'm 30. Many opportunities have been missed — yes, I'll admit it, I regret some things. I regret what I didn't do, didn't try, didn't risk. Because I was always waiting for the right moment. And only now do I understand: the best moment is the one you create yourself. Done imperfectly is infinitely better than perfect but never started.
