Being a scientist is alot like being an artist. Some times making art feels so arduous. For someone like me, seeking the reward, the reward that drives the regulation. I might spend three hours on this piece just for it to look like shit. For it to amount externally to nothing. But what was important was that during your creation, you learned alot. You internalized alot. It pushed you closer to next time. It pushed you closer to a real answer, to maturity, to refinement. Science is hard in this way. Deadlines are not always clear, but they loom overhead.  Finish faster or else you’ll die, in one way or another. You’ll die in this area of thing you want to do. You’ll die in your hopes because they fizzled out. You’ll run out of time and you’ll be dead by then. In science, there are many things you might be working towards at a given moment. You have 5 or so years to finish the PhD, 2 or so to finish the master’s. In both, there is research, daydreaming, excitement, dissapointment, hope, percieved failure, fear of failure, questioning. Art lives in a world that is more romantic than science. Is that really true?