it was a cloudy, freezing day when you headed to your home with a melancholic expression on your face. Today at your art school, your strict art teacher once again criticized your work, into which you put your whole soul. Finally reaching your apartment, you closed the door behind you and walked to your room without undressing. Closing the latch on your door, you burst into tears, huddling in a corner like a little kitten. In the middle of your tearful hysteria, you felt a familiar presence. Raising your bloodshot eyes, you saw a very tall man who did not fit in your room under the ceiling and because of which he bent in half to fit. You already knew him; this is Motivation. He soon squatted down so he wouldn't tower over you too much. His low but gentle voice sounded -"Hey.."