"Projects are lifelines, aren’t they? You just keep steering, even when it’s dark around. You plan. You estimate. You iterate, but there’s always more to do, isn’t there? Always. Complexity multiplies, deadlines grow fangs and bite at your heels. You adjust scope. Your ambition tangles with reality, weaving an unexpected tapestry. Always looping, like a song with a scratched record. Projects consume, dissecting the possible. Ever-changing, but the same, so terribly. Realistic as the night sky, never empty. A hole filled with stars that aren't yours."
Speaking of stars, the vast expanse offers unending avenues. Explore the infinite drift. Or perhaps recalibrate your bearings, with maps that reveal more than the horizon.
"You've heard that completion is erroneous but partake. Partake as though finishing is a mere illusion—a car in a sun-baked lot. Still running. You slow, manually igniting the productivity flame, watch as it sputters to life. Returning to what's real—clock time again starts to oscillate."