While he’s been mulling over his day to day shortcomings–be it of trivial hassles or harsh turn of events. And was constantly distraught of his life trajectory–not quite lost, far from comfort.
That he often forgot he’d long failed in life for always have been late in every nook and cranny of life per se. A failure by day. And by nightfall, he’s already a loser. A vicious cycle with no end in sight. Much akin to treading along the equipotential, unknowingly–or rather helplessly.