How foolish was I to think that I could forgo the stars and go for the moon? But when I missed the moon, I fell right back to earth – hard and fast – utterly defeated on all fronts. I should have known from the start that this dream was impossible, but I forged ahead anyway, knowing very well that failure was going to be heartbreak. And heartbreak I felt.

Three months ago, I begun a dream destined for failure. How naive I was then, thinking that I would beat the odds to succeed, when I was, in fact, fighting a losing battle. I fought valiantly and pressed on when all seems lost. But alas, I ended up with nothing but a heart full of anguish.

I wanted to climb high, but I fell hard. They say what matters is picking yourself up after the fall, but I can’t. I won’t be able to walk as well as before. Perhaps being at the top isn’t what I’m meant for. Perhaps excellence is not what I was born for. Perhaps the average will always remain average. I’ve tried. I’ve lost. Now I need to move on.