The leap.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014 // 0 comment(s)

Every time someone mentions the word 'leap', my mind processes it as a physical jump. The kind you do for long jump events, the kind you skip over a puddle of water for, the kind you do when you see bugs that scare you.

Translate the bug into something virtual, for example a brand new year in my university life. This means more time will be spent within the cold dark walls of the hospital casually glancing away when eye contacts are made with patients who are silently pleading for somebody to acknowledge their existence , pleading for somebody to save them, pleading for somebody.

This means having to clerk more patients and this means interrupting more patients when they are trying to rest or when they are enjoying the short moments of peace when the nurses are not waking them every 5 minutes for blood tests and blood pressure-taking. I feel strongly against this sort of things.

Anyway, continuing. A new year means walking around in flats but still have your feet hurting the whole time. Then it gets so bad that your back starts to ache as well and you wish for nothing to to sit down at one corner to rest your eyes for just than 5 minutes.

A new year means a new life. And I'm not sure how I feel about it just yet.


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