Wrong Place, Right Time

Being in the wrong place can lead to you:

• Fired
• Failing
• Falling
• Fighting
• Fearing
• Fleeing

But this isn’t always the case.

We have been writing songs, poems, and plays, for hundreds of years expressing our disdain in experiencing a case of the right person at the wrong time.

After being hailed a winner (who the hell considered you a winner? Your football team won one game) and raking in predictions of which IVY league I was going to…

I was exiled (wow this guy thinks he went through a famine or something. A famine of wins & women, that’s for sure) to a gap year.

In the midst of the moment, it was undoubtedly the wrong place.

At the time in which I foresaw myself grazing the lush grass and medieval cobblestone of Princeton, I saw myself running from the lull moment that was approaching.

What took 8,760 hours (365 days) later, is that I was in the Wrong Place at the Right Time.

I did belong in Starbucks at 5 am each day, in Barnes & Noble at 2 pm, in the gym at 6 pm, and at Jiu Jitsu at 8 pm.

People claim to be willing to risk their life, for a cause.

Willing to risk their happiness for success.

They regurgitate quotes like

No man is worth his salt who is not ready at all times to risk his well-being, to risk his body, to risk his life, in a great cause.

Theodore Roosevelt

But few are willing to risk a year, perhaps having nothing to show with nowhere to go.

The only GAP within the gap year was the gap between who I wanted to be and who I was, which was slowly filled each day (I mean slowly).

Wrong Place, Right Time.