After the battle I talked about last time + 

the one that ended in a way that didn’t fully satisfy me + 

I did what I always do: + 

focused on things that don’t really matter. + 

Tiny details. + 

Unnecessary additions. + 

Work that looks productive enough to silence guilt for a few hours. + 

But if I’m honest with myself… + 

I’ve known exactly who I am since university. + 

I am, and always have been, + 

a creature of the final hours. + 

The kind of person who waits until the deadline is breathing directly into his face + 

then suddenly wakes up like a raging bull. + 

No fear. + 

No hesitation. + 

No overthinking. + 

Just movement. + 

Pure movement. + 

And somehow… + 

I usually finish what needs to be finished. + 

Or at least finish enough for the client to leave satisfied. + 

That’s the strange part. + 

I survive chaos so often that my brain started trusting it. + 

Maybe more than it should. + 

The meeting ended. + 

The client was happy. + 

And for a few moments, I felt that dangerous little high again— + 

the temporary satisfaction of escaping disaster one more time. + 

Then, naturally… + 

I went back to my platform. + 

The place that keeps pulling me back no matter what happens around me. + 

And once again, I asked myself: + 

“What should I add next?” + 

Right now, almost nobody uses it. + 

Around fifty people registered. + 

Though to be accurate… + 

most of them signed up and disappeared immediately. + 

But strangely, that doesn’t bother me much. + 

They’ll come back one day. + 

Or others will. + 

What matters is that the door exists before the crowd arrives. + 

Tonight, I built a statistics feature for novels. + 

A beautiful feature, honestly. + 

There’s just one small problem: + 

there are barely enough novels to justify statistics yet. + 

A perfectly premature decision. + 

Which, if we’re being honest, + 

describes half of my life. + 

Still… + 

my ambition was never tied to user count. + 

Numbers rise slowly. + 

Sometimes painfully slowly. + 

But vision doesn’t always move at the same speed as reality. + 

I’ll put out my cigarette. + 

Finish the last sip of coffee. + 

And finally sleep. + 

The meeting is over. + 

The delivery is done. + 

And for the next few days… + 

I won’t wake up terrified of a deadline. + 

At the moment, + 

that alone feels enough. + 