Cereal boxes.

Its been a while

We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it's got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.

Having bouts of vulnerability.That longing feeling. Why didn't you warn me of danger? 

No more directions from now on. I feel so lost. Abandoned in the vast ocean with nothing to cling. Like the very direction in my life taken from me. #$@%!

I guess i figured it out. I know at least half of it now. The mere thought of it. The topic it dwelled upon. Only one way to put it. Medicine is suffocating me. There’s just too much of it. It revolves around my life, actually, it is my life whether i like it or not. Hell, I cant talk about anything else. Think about anything else. Maybe a different conversation? Something that will spark the inner core where medicine hasn’t metastasized infiltrated yet. Something else. Anything.

The experts in defense conceal themselves as under the ninefold earth; those skilled in attack move as from above the ninefold heavens.  Thus they are capable both of protecting themselves and of gaining a complete victory.

Clerkship 2015

GRATEFUL. THANKFUL. BLESSED