I have food in my stomach, a bed to sleep on, a roof over my head, a salaried job, and the time to tinker creatively. I am luckier than 95% of the people on the planet. I know this is the result not only of my skill, but the circumstances of my birth, random chance, and the myriad systems that infiltrate the existence of my society and species.

Even my existentialism is a luxury. Most cannot take the time away from survival, to doubt.

Humility, patience, rigor, skepticism. Continue pushing.