Always Make New Mistakes

Yesterday, at the moment I was about to click to submit the last version of a paper, I held back. Then I opened the file and glanced at every paragraph, feeling that I had to send my son to the kindergarten finally. He is not a good son, though: almost every paragraph struck me as quite boring, imprecise, tedious, or suffering from any combination of these demerits. But fortunately, I seemed to have some good ideas about how to improve every sentence (though I did not yet have any idea about what a perfect work is like). This seemed to me to be a good sign, and I was convinced that I should always make new mistakes.