I have never failed a class But I have failed at the things that matter. I have failed at eating I have failed at sleeping I have failed at counseling I have failed at psychiatry I have failed at friendship, sibling-hood, being a daughter. I have failed at living well. I have never failed a class But I have failed at the things that matter. However, I have not failed at the thing that matters most.
What matters most? I say it is simply continuing at living when death has extended an invitation. Feel free to disagree.