Writing is both a blessing and a curse.

I get lost in the process, writing and rewriting until I feel satisfied with my work. It's not that I'm a perfectionist, it's just that the words often don't match what I see in my head. Each time I think I'm done, I feel the urge to change something or explore a different idea.

In this way, writing becomes a dance between joy and frustration, a push and pull that keeps me coming back for more.