Action Potential
Akin to an avalanche set in motion, 2010 brought along a myriad of challenges. Once again, I find myself standing at crossroads, with choices urgent and beckoning beyond the horizon.
Certain choices are harder and more painful, whereas some appear absurdly straightforward and simple. However, all choices require me to face consequences squarely. Breathe.
Some like to comment that people change. I’d like to ask who doesn’t. I’m not the wide-eyed 16 year old flipping burgers in the fast food restaurant, nor am I the same as what I am 5 minutes ago.
Just like the earth is round, life revolves.
Not around one singular entity, like a person or possession because life’s much more than that. Biologically, I’m transforming. My neurons are dying and whatever left is desperately trying to establish new connections. Psychologically, my emotions are riding the waves brought about by hormones or an over-stimulating environment. Hoho..
So whether people care to admit or deny, we’re all changing.
Life, in all its complex strata, encompasses experiences that empower if we look beyond ourselves. The path of life at times covered with pebbles can morph into mountains. Each obstacle presents itself with perspectives only we, ourself can control. It boils down to choice.
You can choose to live. Or wallow.
People drift in and out of lives. No doubt all leave footprints behind that impart special lessons especially for me. However, I’ve no interest in people who mop around, dragging their feet in the sands of pity.
I’m due to graduate in just under 4 months. In retrospect, alongside my classmates, we’ve ploughed through ICAs, bio, multiple essays, presentations and even managed to showcase my acting chops in the counseling vid to snag grades that stretch into a smile. As I ready myself for the upcoming finals and the fact that I’ll soon bid school (another) fond farewell, there’s the apprehension of returning to work and what the future may bring.
I’ve no regrets in entering this course. Opportunities seldom repeat itself. Despite the bombardment of assorted assignments, the golden opportunity to learn always sparkles. What I’ve learnt thus far is actually how little I actually know about nursing and it is in fact, rather scary.
I hope my hands carry my patients a little stronger once I’m back by their side.
In this last leg of the journey, I’m cramming whatever I can before I return to the wards. I’m grateful that attachments (no matter how shitty they can be at times) exposed me to different locations alongside their cultural idiosyncrasies.
It's been a priviledge.
Hopefully, I’d be able to reward myself at the end of this tumultuous journey =)
anyone game for walking amongst the clouds?!
