Life as a bell curve?
From the book of Ecclesiastes:
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… Be happy, young man, while you are young, and let your heart give you joy in the days of your youth. Follow the ways of your heart and whatever your eyes see, but know that for all these things God will bring you to judgment. So then, banish anxiety from your heart and cast off the troubles of your body, for youth and vigor are meaningless. Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come and the years approach when you will say, “I find no pleasure in them”…
Quite on the pessimistic side maybe, yea? But definitely worth a ponder. There is this joke:
At age 4, success is…not peeing in your pants.
At age 10, success is…making your own meals.
At age 12, success is…having friends.
At age 16, success is…having a drivers license.
At age 20, success is…having sex.
At age 35, success is…having money.
At age 50, success is…having money.
At age 60, success is…having sex.
At age 70, success is…having a drivers license.
At age 75, success is…having friends.
At age 80, success is…making your own meals.
At age 85, success is…not peeing in your pants.
Surely enough, there are things I want to do before this weekend. There are things I want to do before I graduate. There are things I want to do before I find a girlfriend (yup, definitely). And there are things that I don’t want to do.
Princes and frogs
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Superchic[k] is a rock/pop band. Contrary to what the name implies, Superchic[k] has boy members, who sing some of the songs. One of those songs is Song for Tricia (Princes and Frogs).
(Tricia is the lead singer of the band.)
The chorus of the song, in an almost chant-like mesmerizing fashion:
All princes start as frogs, and all gentlemen as dogs
Just wait till its plain to see
What we’re growing up to be
cause some frogs will still be frogs
Some dogs will still be dogs
but some boys can become men
Just don’t kiss us til then
Amusing, but oops- am I still a frog, or am I on the way to becoming a prince?? So what are the things that I still have to learn? Is my progress appalling (probably is)!?
And do I represent all boys when I agree with the song, as it sings out to the girls – just don’t kiss us til then? … Hah.
First week of surgical run
I hope it is just a matter of orientation, because I don’t seem to have time to even sleep properly, not to mention tidying up my house.
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Walking back from the bus stop half an hour before Friday’s midnight, having spent the whole full day in the Emergency Department, and knowing that I have to turn up 8am tomorrow (Saturday) for the post-acute ward round, and again on Sunday afternoon for a pre-op check, I was trying hard to rationally figure out where my weekend is draining to.
Those who do 25-hours of lectures and tutorials per week and graduate in 3 years better be cherishing their free time and enjoying their university/young adult life!!
Out of the crushing stress I once asked myself, “Why the heck am I here doing Medicine!?” The idea suddenly seemed terribly absurd. In my mind I knew why, but in my heart I wasn’t able to feel it. And then I realized a lot of my classmates had asked the exact same question too.
It is just a matter of orientation, I believe, because I know my views are very distorted right now.
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