I am an expert at this. As a matter of fact, this is probably my all time high. [I am sure I will say this at a later point.]

The best way to describe this is to imagine oneself as a wee bit sapling. Your rings are  developing. As time goes by, you inch your way up to the sky. Each time, a new ring, new experiences. However, those measures of experiences were not quite developed; smaller rings than what your peers have. Now, no longer that sapling but a slender, tall tree, you have branched yourself out with experiences, memories and values. But there is something missing. You feel less, feel weak, your roots are fragile, the trunk ‘soft.’ The nutrients of growing are no longer available, you feel stunted. Yet here you are, in the forest amongst peers, wondering why every other tree are more majestic than yours.

I am that slender, [somewhat] tall tree, making sense of my majestic stance. So far, it is not so majestic and my stance is off kilter. If I keep this up, I may look like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. So here I am, looking at all the rings on my trunk, making sense where it was my lessons were stunted or missed a rung altogether.