Crossroad
It is strange to still be keeping a journal. Reading back my own journal entries made me realized that life has changed so much in these few years. What I used to think was important isn't anymore. Those that were close to me are now somewhere out of reach... I am now staying at a foreign place, working in a new community, dealing with new people, new responsibilities... It's just the matter of getting used to.
Tomorrow will tell if I am able to get into the department I wanted.
Dealing with kids is find. But such fragile life... Everyday I see them holding on to this world with the assistance of drugs and ventilators, not to mention with visible deformities that after a few surgeries would definitely leave scars. No, I couldn't. I know I am that sort of person that give up easily. It is very hard. How could you keep on a neutral expression explaining the.. prognosis to their parents?
So, yeah, tomorrow.
Tomorrow will tell if I am able to get into the department I wanted.
Dealing with kids is find. But such fragile life... Everyday I see them holding on to this world with the assistance of drugs and ventilators, not to mention with visible deformities that after a few surgeries would definitely leave scars. No, I couldn't. I know I am that sort of person that give up easily. It is very hard. How could you keep on a neutral expression explaining the.. prognosis to their parents?
So, yeah, tomorrow.