When examining a patient with a severe bleeding, or more
specifically, catching sight of senior doctor's accurate judgment in his field
of expertise, and his swift ligature skills, the Fellowship members become
dazed from realizing their own inexperience.
Then, the next thought follows.
"Is this really me?"
"No, it's not."
I want to believe it's not.
But, to begin with, what was the real me?
While looking for myself, what I found was miserable self
becoming despicable.
But facing that self, whether I should come to a halt,
appalled.
Or go one step forward.
Depends on oneself.
Whether the direction we're facing is in front of us or
behind us, even that is no certain, but we want to take a step forward together
with our useless selves.
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