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 broader info and different rules, and passing wasn’t an option.
Instead, there was only the ONE WAY out of my school. And that was, either, I succeed, or say goodbye and get buried DEEP in a psych ward. 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 got stuck into the dirt from day one as subjectivity was my only subject!
A little late. But better late than never.