that fleeting moment . . .

. . . when you realize you have nothing to contribute. When you realize everything that can be said has already been said, that there are literally countless people who can do what you’re trying to learn to do – and they are already phenomenally better at it, and that you should give up this fantasy you’re chasing and get back to real life . . .

. . . and then you come to your senses and say, “Get thee behind me Satan! I am so unbelievably sick of you and your lies.”