"Give me a second while I look up my little file of things I really don’t give a fuck about. Ah, yes. Daleks. Right next to the fuckity angels and the god damn cybermen. I’m done, Clara. Get back to the fucking TARDIS, we’re going home. Fuckity bYE."
We’re all going to be so disappointed when we find out he doesn’t swear like a sailor, right?
It’s like building a house. First you have to lay a brick on the ground, then another brick next to it, then another. Then you look over at your neighbor’s yard, and he’s putting the finishing touches on his mansion. How do you not look down at your three bricks and feel hopeless? You really have to remind yourself that five years ago, he started out just like you did. He succeeded because he concentrated on his goals and consistently kept his eyes on the next step. You have to do the same. Slow hard work is the only way to create something meaningful.