Being made devastated by my own choices, not knowing how to choose wisely became a puzzle of which I had no solution to. I couldn't really see the turning point in any of my steps for betterment. Seemed all choices I made were never the right ones. A dilemma leading to thousands of dilemmas, a maze leading to the most intricate one of any sort. Vicious circles at every turn I considered taken. But never did I know I was going into one until I got further down the ditch and this made my strive for success much harder than I expected. Some times I just kept running in circles going back to the same point I initially started hoping that I was making progress but all I had put into the course wasn't enough to purchase the success I so desire. Before I could recover from a shock of failure another came after another and all I had to make were just series of failures in record. I could give up if I wanted to and to be honest every part of me craved for it. It hurts so much when you have to rejoice over others success but no one rejoices over yours because there is none to celebrate for. Having a track record of failures can be devastating and shameful. Everyone took my words for granted and my voice which once got the interest of everyone was now getting soaked in tension. My parents who had overprotected me since birth, who always made my choices for me and never gave me the chance of exposure in fear that I might join the fleet of the dark world had recently turned to the greatest motivational speakers I have ever known. I hardly could survive on my own without banking on my parents and sometimes I came back home crying for facing another humiliation, on seeing my parents stepping up to me I would say the same words of motivation...