I am studying to be a nurse
To care for others
But how am I supposed to do so?
When I do not care for myself?
As time went by, I realised:
Perhaps we are our own harshest critiques
With the voices in our head
And wheels overworking in our minds
Somehow it is an amazing feat we can find a dark spot among all the light
When going for internships, every instructor always asked,
"Why do you want to be a nurse?"
"What drove you to join nursing?"
I can't help but feel annoyed
There are a myriad of responses:
"To learn useful skills to care for my parents when they are older."
"This was a mid-life career switch."
"It's an iron rice bowl."
"I stayed in a hospital before and the nurses were nice to me."
So I've learnt to lie my way through such questions
I feel like I am floating on a piece of wood in the stormy sea
The skies are cloudy and no islands or boats are around me
I am hanging on, but barely
I feel alone
Because am I the only one struggling to find a grounding purpose in life?
Some go to the Pacific Ocean on their well-equipped yacht
Some float to the Indiana Ocean with their friends and a promise
Some discover the Indian Ocean eagerly
Some stayed in the Arctic Ocean with their families
But I have no fire to light my way
So, in the dark,
I continue wasting away
And I thought to myself:
Going with the flow is all I can do for now despite all my doubts
At least I am floating. Albeit barely.
- Author: zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 26th, 2024 10:36
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I have known that feeling: Where am I going? And why? But the truth is that I am living, and hopefully took advantage of every opportunity which came my way. It has been fun and interesting. I don’t think I could have asked for more….
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