I'm in a room full of girl's stuffed toys.
Currently, I'm crashing a friend's place and I'm in his children's playroom. This is the funniest place I've slept in.
I've kind of got used to living away from home and living in other people's houses. In the past year, I've stayed in four different houses. Some of strangers, some of friends I met along the way.
Now a question that seems to be in my mind is: Am I at the right place at the right time?
It seems to me that the past year is a year of missing things out -- of being at the right place at the wrong time. I missed a lot of opportunities. I've been in awkward and hard conditions. And things that I expected, didn't happen. I guess to sum things up, I failed. Of course it's not defeat or total annihilation, it's just a phase where I lost a battle, though, it is a very costly one. I guess, failure is a phase that is hard to admit and accept. Some people encourage me by saying that I didn't fail, but it's just a challenge where I am being molded. But in a realistic sense -- I did fail. it's fine. There's a time for everything -- even for failure. And recognizing it, I believe, would help to recuperate,be stronger, and try again.
It is just a phase. No right or wrongs; at this place, at this time.
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