It's a bad habit, ain't it?
Writing something and saving it as a draft, revising the draft over and over again to make it perfect before it's being published.
Then more drafts are made, piled to one corner, and are never published.
Similar to life, waiting for that right moment to come out from the shell, to break free, to start something new. Waiting for that so-called motivation to appear.
When do you think it will end, or start in that matter?
When you're smart enough, have more resources, have a more stable relationship?