Revision blues

Today I was reviewing some of the chapters of the non-fiction I wrote. And my depression kicked in, I started doubting my own work, didn't like what was written. So I decided to go to my parents and kick my feet up. I've started writing on February tenth and finished writing the first draft exactly ten weeks later on April twentieth.

It didn't go well today, until I came across this link :

Stephen Hawking issues ultimatum to humanity: Live in space or die out

I'm a big fan of Stephen Hawking, he's an absolute genius! His statement made me hopeful again, and helped my pick up where I left earlier today. The quest for space is the most awe inspiring and necessary trek we have to make.