Dilemma

It was visible, it had been made very clear. It was unavoidably obvious that the prodigy had been surrounded by a pack of unrealistic visionaries and time wasters.
like a thousand winds, a chronicle of unreal and incomprehensible dreams rushed through his thought faculty,letting him come to realize the fact that he was a mere reflection of his associates. . .or better still the sort of people he chose to surround yourself with. A pack of aspiring losers with nothing but the grace of jah going for them was not much to be envied for was it? All the same, a reality check never killed anyone at any point in time, it only succeeds in presenting the raw nature of your folly in a very "unminced" state.
Failure however is not in not succeeding, but its in failing to try again whenever shit goes wrong. He was now torn apart between these two schools of thought.
Should he lie in bed all day lazying about and waiting for september to get another shot at the disappointment of an incomprehensible inability to secure a slot in one of the nation's numerous academic institutions; or clear his head, and get raw ideas on his harddrive and focus or concentrate on realizing his dreams of a berserk upsurge career wise? Everyone expected so much that if maybe he was left all alone in this world he didn't know what path he'd choose.
Slowly, Steadily, unexpectedly, he was starting to feel like an undervalued jewel renegade trying to find a little something greater than the regular. Something way beyond the secular. . .a little something. . .more!