The magic I am holding
How weird it is that here I am, trying to somehow learn everything I need to know for the sake of passing an exam.
But how can I forget the fact that this knowledge, these pages, hold the art of saving lives.
Decades of knowledge, mistakes and lessons, acquired and learned at the cost of death, sits here in my hand. Being entrusted to me to carry, apply and improve.
It is the muggle art of saving lives; but there has to be an element of magic somewhere in between the lines.
There has to be something divine calling me to it.
There has to be a blessing behind me being able to sit here and try to remember how to save a life.
My purpose is calling me to learn it. But I am busy trying to skim through it like it is some old school, must know, informative and boring data that I should somehow fit into my mind for long enough so as to pass an exam.
This is not ordinary. This is not mundane.
This is a blessing.✨✨
