Epitaph for a Failed Perfectionist

I’m currently busy trying to learn that a thing doesn’t need to be perfect to be worth doing. I waste most of my life on projects that I never finish because I’m not happy to release them to the world at large.

My epitaph should be as a Failed Perfectionist

Just as Gödel showed that any sufficiently complex mathematical system is not complex enough to describe itself (or something like that), so any sufficiently worthy human endeavour is doomed never to meet its objectives, although it may well do plenty of worthy things on the way.