So another year has come and gone, with nary a flake of snow
in the sky.
As I write this, I realise that just yesterday, there was a
very brief flurry of whiteness, blanketing the tarmacs of London for a very
brief moment, before disappearing.
Such is winter in London, and the snow is analogous to the
impact of my actions on the lives of the people around me. I can make a big
hoo-ha about it and share it on social media accounts, but in the end it
doesn’t really matter much except an annoyance to someone.
Man, there I go being melodramatic about everything again.
I’ve got to stop that. I know it makes for good writing, but I swear on any
three gods you believe in, I am not this pessimistic in real life.
So now I will resolve to be more open and more neutral in my
viewpoint of life. Enjoy the little things, but not make them big.
I want to make a point to everyone that was not a
resolution, because we all know what happens to resolutions in the end. That
was more of a….. resolvation?
I will also make a point here that I will continue making
words up. If Shakespeare can do it, why can’t I?
Anyway.
As I step into 2016, I realise that I’ve already spent 3
months of my school life being in hospital, meeting patients. I know for a fact
that this will be what I am doing for the rest of my working life as well, and
I am glad to say that I can see myself doing so. What I hope will change is the
fact that, honestly, even after the hell that is the first two years of medical
school, I have absolutely no idea what I am doing.
I am going to be 22 soon, which means I have legally adulted
for almost a whole year.
…a hiatus happens…
And I continue my post a clean week after I first started
it. Great.
I have to do something about the regularity of my posts.
I mean, I know it isn’t the most important thing to do in my
life, but at least I need to have control of the little things in life, before
moving on to big things.
I guess that’s what adulting is all about.
After we graduate, we
work.
After we work, we
marry.
After we marry, we
have kids.
And then we grow old.
That’s scary.
The things my mind come up with, I swear.
I will want to write about the scholarships and the
terrorism and the corruption and all, but this post is long overdue. Time to
hand it in and catch the next train to the hospital.
Cya.
