Start from the assumption no one else is going to read your terrible scribblings or listen to your mutterings. If anyone were to accidentally bump into your cre

Start from the assumption no one else is going to read your terrible scribblings or listen to your mutterings. If anyone were to accidentally bump into your creation, then the next step is not giving a fuck equally about praise and ridicule. Unless we get to Mars, all human creations will turn to glass when the Sun swallows the Earth. And perhaps the Hubble parameter will go wonky and all time, matter, and energy will be eventually be ripped back into nothingness more boring than heat death. With that positive note, use each second well, which doesn't necessarily mean seeking to be pointlessly busy.