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Clara sat down opposite him, her expression softening. "Do you believe it matters, Elias?"

A soft knock at the door startled him. It was Clara, his neighbor, a woman who always seemed to have a kind word and a plate of warm cookies.

He looked at the title he’d scrawled at the top of the first page: “All That Matters.” You Are All That Matters

For weeks, he’d wrestled with the words, crossing them out, tearing pages in half, and starting over. He wanted to capture something profound, something that would resonate with the world. But every time he read what he’d written, it felt hollow, like a ghost of the truth he was trying to tell.

He looked at the papers again. "I want it to. But look at it. It's full of holes. The characters are flat. The dialogue is stiff." Clara sat down opposite him, her expression softening

Elias sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. "I’m trying to write something that matters, Clara. But it’s all just... garbage. No one will ever want to read this."

"Still at it, Elias?" she asked, stepping into the room. She glanced at the mess of papers. "It looks like a battlefield in here." He looked at the title he’d scrawled at

He thought about the advice he’d read once: “The first draft is just you telling yourself the story” . It wasn't meant to be perfect; it was meant to exist. Yet, the weight of his own expectations felt like a physical burden. He kept comparing his messy, incomplete thoughts to the polished masterpieces on his bookshelf.