You just sit back and try to be happy for the people around you because, somehow, someway they found a piece of their happiness. Whatever it may be, or whoever that brings it in. So I just sit back, try to be happy for them, eitherway, I'm sad, lonely and in pain. Realizing that medicine would be the only thing that is left for me.
Sometimes, I ask myself, when I go home from the wards or the library, that I am afraid that I'll spend my life in the hospital. Just the hospital and that it would become my wife, my home, my everything since there is nothing else. So I ask myself "Is it really worth it?" My usual answer is yes it is. But growing old alone, bitter and sad, makes me think otherwise. But heck it is medicine we are talking about. Takes up your time, passion, and life sometimes
So I just sit back and relax a bit.
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