This is a good reminder of how work matters, and how it should matter. I guess I've alienated myself from my work because I dread failure; this is why starting over things that matter to me is so hard. As such, I learned, perhaps, that not caring about it means never getting upset or terrified about my work again, which seems to be a good thing, when in reality, it's nothing more than an illusion of escape, a phychological drug to make a world a less uncomfortable place than it is.

Reading the piece reminded me of how I love writing, and how I should get back to it despite it being crap. I'll learn to make it better as I write, I suppose.