When I was younger, I thought if I just went far enough—got the degrees, did the work, built something real—I’d finally feel like I understood the world.

But the truth?

I’ve never felt more foolish than I do now.

The more I learn, the less I know.

The deeper I go, the more I wonder if I’m just doing it all wrong.

I’ve spent 8 years building R3ciprocity—a platform to help researchers create nearly non-rejectable research papers. I show up every day. Rain or shine. Quietly. Consistently.

And still—I question everything.

People ignore it.

Some laugh.

Some say I’m wasting my time.

And, honestly, some days I believe them.

But I keep going.

Not because I know it will work.

Not because I feel confident.

But because getting back up is the work.

This feeling—of making a fool of yourself and trying anyway?

It’s not failure.

It’s what building anything real feels like.

And if you’re stuck in that middle zone—feeling lost, doubting yourself, wondering if anyone cares:

You’re not alone.

You’re not broken.

You’re not behind.

You’re just in it.

So am I.

And tomorrow, we try again.