Yet it was only after a severe crisis that I would find the key to my change, which is unfortunate in the one sense. While on the other, I got a kick-ass lesson you definitely WON’T find inside a conventional classroom. Or I landed in a bigger class with different rules, which also meant that passing wasn’t an option. Instead, there was only the ONE WAY out of my delinquent school.
Either I was to succeed and grow, or say goodbye and get buried DEEP within a psych ward behind meds and phony paperwork. Otherwise, there was no in-between.
Though, I often wish it had laid in everyday books where one can theoretically measure human problems based on previously-felt limited/sheltered sensations and come to a reliable fix from someone else’s experience. But again, that wasn’t part of my plan. I dug into the dirt from day one as subjectivity was my only subject!
It was a little late. But better late than never.