It's difficult to upkeep (ostensible) perfection because there is an inherent fear of stumbling with every giant leap you make. Yesterday you went to the moon but you forget you need to make the journey back as well. Sometimes we forget; life isn't a one-way trip to success and fanfare. It is a challenge to sustain your achievements amidst the tsunami of emotional wreckage filling the holes in your heart.

And when you look at a report full of distinctions, it comes as no surprise that one would be devastated by a 7th percentile. That moment of folly, recollecting what went wrong then and how no one ever anticipated its imminent arrival, the thoughts that seem so surreal flood the city lights and drown your  inner voice as you search for immediate recuperation in solidarity.

But this isn't about grades per se. We all know life is full of stumbles and it cannot be more true to say that the higher you climb, the harder you fall.

It really comes as a stumble to experience that feeling of screwing up. When your life is filled with perfections and you still know you fucked up. Literally crumbling into the monsoon of emotions, thrown and whirled away because you are afraid to sift out the real feelings and those that you artificially injected to bland the musky smell and rigid taste to it.

When life gives you failures,

you know there's no going back.