Sudden realizations can be good, bad, scary, or in my case, a combination of the three adjectives that surged like a volt of electricity. Standing there idly in front of a copier machine in the 70's decor, windowless and stuffy med school library, I watched the sheets of paper being ejected from the machine one by one. By the time the compiled stack had become large enough to be called a textbook I had lost count. This is, and forever will be, my life. Academia, even in its most glorified form has never aspired to be fabulously exciting, or even so close as glitzy or glamorous. It's a bunch of nearsighted people poring away over age old books, examining lab specimen, and toting around their laptops so that every spare minute can be spent in a productive manner. Maybe that's me, maybe its not. Only time will tell. As I'm feeling a little attention deprived today, there won't be much substance to dissect in detail. .
~~It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live. ~~
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