It is time to begin. But… when exactly? I find myself perpetually waiting for that elusive "right" moment, which never arrives. My projects pile up and crumble under the weight of my self-doubt. It's time to act, to have the courage to confront this faceless void, to dare to defy the unknown that pins me to the dusty ground of my anxieties. But why is it so difficult to take the first step, to have confidence in myself, to believe in my own abilities? Perhaps it's the lack of interest in adding another stone to this edifice of humanity that seems to be losing its footing. Just another excuse… I have no choice left but to move forward, blindly... but the humiliation of being caught off guard, of being the child who doesn't know how to act, is still unbearable. My only weapon: mastery.