I used to skip every three steps and incorporate the number into all of my usernames. Even in rankings and competitions, three was often a familiar presence. It was inexplicable, though my fate with the number three was crystal clear.
Three had long been my favoured number, until it glared back at me from a test sheet, embellished with red ink by my professor’s hand.
Twenty-plus fateful years, and yet I found myself betrayed on the most crucial day. Ten joyful years of academic ease but I sensed the grave had been dug, ready for my downfall since day one. Now, three epitomises my failure, one for which I’ve never prepared a manual for.

Every decision comes with an opportunity cost, so do we sacrifice or compromise? Our perspective defines our success and happiness, the trick is the balance and pace in between. The satisfaction you’re surrounded with, are they temporary or permanent? Treat yourself to a moment to truly uncover what matters to you and be honest to yourself!