work work

Over the past few months, I've been thinking about why I succumb to finish anything that I start with. This spreads out from watching series, doing projects and other things. The point is I hate to leave anything unaccomplished. Yes, I have failed many times already. I've learned how to stand whenever I fall. The concept of failure is anything but outside of my heart and mind. But I guess, out of persistence, or perhaps stubbornness, I end up in situations where, even if the end result is apparently unfavorable, I still struggle in order to finish my work. Perhaps I'm just challenging myself to see how far I can go with my abilities. Or perhaps I'm just a real time workaholic.