Why have I grown up?
This question struck me while on my way back home from my final exam in third year medical school.
Grown-ups suffer and bear it.
Grown-ups plan and they fail.
Grown-ups love and they swell in pain.
Did I really pass through this much?
No,I sure as hell didn't,or maybe I did! All what I'm facing at the mean time is an overwhelming sense of maturity...
I feel I'm changing...This year has brought out SO much that has long dwelled within me,the unbearable sum of studies,emotions,experiences have got me so close to seeing my real self,and to adoring my imperfections along with my perfections.
A full-blown adulthood demeanor is taking over me. I can see my self changing,physically, psychologically, sprititually...I'm adoring this change!
The one word that could depict my whole feelings is : VIVID!
I get to FEEL things better,to LIVE every single moment in a more graspable manner,to LOVE humans non-conditionally...it's just undescribable.
Never before have I got so close to human despair,never have I touched their pains,nor lived their misery.The nature of my career forces this onto us.It's appalling how different doctors react to seeing a patient's looks of despair.Some are compassionate,others are greedy,and most of them ,sadly though,are uncaring...
But why would they care? It aint their family member the one who's sick,it's not their bestfreind,neither their sweetheart..why give a damn?
I'll tell you why,it's merely because they're humans...Earthlings who happen to share your humanity,take a part of your community,and cringe in pain waiting for your majesty's magical drug to cure them.
It has been a tough year...and now its over,and I'm grateful.
