Drowning in this sea of dreams

Yesterday was our graduation day... well technically... it's my classmate's graduation day....

Yes. As most of you know, I am not part of those students that are attending the graduation march. And still up to now, there's still this part of me that still can't accept the fact that I have failed. It's been so long now yet still, voices still haunt my mind reminding me that I've failed. Why do I experience this? Is it that I've been so accustomed to getting through even the tightest of binges that failing affects me so greatly? Is it that I expected too much?

I've been thinking these past few days about what happened then. At one time then I remembered a statement I came about when I was researching about japanese history 5 years ago. It read as "a hundred people may have different ideas on a certain subject, yet all of them are correct". A hundred fifty+ years later still this idea applies to us...

And so this helped me to accept what had kept me from moving on with my life. That not everyone will agree with what I am trying to prove. I'll just do my best to please others. And if I fail once again, never again will I doubt myself once more because in doing so, I admit to everyone that I am wrong and those who oppose me are right.