In Ancient Greek, hubris meant excessive pride.

The kind that invited a fall.

Craft knows that definition well.

You make a prototype.
You’re 90% happy.

Which is dangerous.

Because that last 10% whispers,
“Just tweak it.”

A millimetre here.
A “small” improvement.

You convince yourself it’s refinement.

Two days later you’re still undoing everything.

The tweak made it worse.
Not subtly worse.
Catastrophically worse.

Forty-eight hours to return to where you started.

Hubris.

Craft has impeccable timing.

It waits until you feel certain
and then reminds you
who’s really in charge.