So D-day? Maybe to some, and I do offer my sincerest condolences, but for me, another storm has been weathered with truly unexpected outcomes. Nevertheless, before the crowd unanimously decrees for me to incinerated, I would like to add that I am grateful and utterly satisfied, perhaps more so than I have ever been in my life. But I am not happy.

Well, technically I am to a certain marginal extent. Relative perhaps. But on the scale of joy, I rank average or maybe slightly under par. Mediocrity in this scale speaks for itself. Maybe we've gone so deep into our pursuits for rich and fame that we overlooked the distinction between the scales for happiness and success. The latter, a material-measured welfare that governs the prospects of our future, says nothing about how blissful we are. In this same cruel manner, and I do this at the risk of incendiary comments floating through your head, the "polyadenylation" (Bio reference/joke which you hopefully will not comprehend) has left me hanging in this altitude of centrality. I lean nowhere. I am definitely not sad, but I am not happy either; and I know why. The cripple that is whole.

I know these are washed up dreams and daisies don't always bloom in this "garden of thorny roses" but you can't help wishing life would be that much simpler and blissful with someone by your side. I guess clinching straight As is not an accurate depiction of my results. Because there is a grade that is yet to be filled; a N/A. The blank contrast staring straight into my soul and still no one can help not noticing that gaping absence of something, someone.

So you know there are greater things in life, your grades don't matter all that much. When you actually get what you think you deserve and what you thought you wanted, you realize there is so much more to life than just this. And it makes you empty again.

Empty.