Strolling down the memory lane, revisiting the facets of my childhood; I remember, I always have had this clutter that beclouded what I wanted to say; as a result, there was no intonation while delivering my thoughts. People misinterpreted what I usually said and would sometimes ignore my arguments. The melancholy was evident as I felt how I was being shunned by my mates. Being overlooked sometimes can feel distressing and this ransacked my thoughts.
Ultimately, we all need mentors, to unearth our highest potentials, to gain an edge that differentiates us from our peers and endure success in any capacity.