See, when I succeed -- I don't open any new doors. I'm not much the type to branch out and throw myself into different things. Take Newton's First Law of Motion and apply it metaphysically: I've traveled along this path of mine for a while, accelerating the whole time, so that a larger and larger force is required to deflect me from my current heading. And that changed heading feels random, uncertain, or finite. So I stick to this path, even if I feel there are others, because it feels the most stable of them.
When I fail -- doors close. Alienating friends and crippling my social development with talk of being a dragon. Misapplying to Stanford. Missing the deadline for CSE application. Missing a summer internship. Dropping grades. Now I'm an English major with little faith on the efficacy of his future degree, only starting down a pre-med track due to desperation, with a low introductory biology grade to kick things off. And I can't even get a piece into the undergraduate sci-fi journal.
My failures define me more than my successes ever have. Now that's a fine Aesop.
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