It grinds on mercilessly
Everything does.
Time waits for no man - and that is true.
Here I am and I feel as though youth is slipping through my fingers like golden dust and I have no idea what to do to stop it. Or how to cherish it, or whether I should be regretting it... It's a little like watching yourself bleed to death.
Man I'm so morbid these days. I remember being morbid. I was young and foolish then. Loved the dark and the storms. Revelled in macabre art and gloomy dispositions. I woke up one day and realised I really did like flowers and rainbows. Then another day realised I liked sunshine and fern green. Eventually learnt I loved laughter and warmth. And the darkness faded then somewhere lost in the catacombs of the subconcious.
It never truly left. I think somethings can take a grip of you and never let go. I wonder how deep it runs, the dark roots.
But I digress...
It does grind on.
Dentistry waits for no man. You need to have studied it. Clinicals come. Patients need to be cared for. Exams and examiners do not pity. You want it to halt and you want a breath of air. But there is none. There is no time.
Or I'm just really badly organised. That's probably the key to it all.
And in the Middle East? It grinds on.
The exchange of missiles and gunfire and bombs. As important people in black suits and black dresses, turbans and white cloth, argue about what stands they wish to make and what compromises they can't accept continue, children and mothers and simple working men trying to live die and scream and suffer. What's the point of arguing what is right and what is wrong? It just grinds on without stop.
It's odd. I've never truly kept up to date with a conflict before. Not even when it was of countries near home. I didn't want to care. It saddened me too much. And this one does too. But how long can a man hide eh?
Maybe it's the winter that is getting to me once again. Though I doubt it.
Hearts and skies, tinged of bitter frost
Gray day and swallowing night; winter without remorse
Black ash and with bloody hands time was lost
The bitter sins of men without recourse
Time waits for no man - and that is true.
Here I am and I feel as though youth is slipping through my fingers like golden dust and I have no idea what to do to stop it. Or how to cherish it, or whether I should be regretting it... It's a little like watching yourself bleed to death.
Man I'm so morbid these days. I remember being morbid. I was young and foolish then. Loved the dark and the storms. Revelled in macabre art and gloomy dispositions. I woke up one day and realised I really did like flowers and rainbows. Then another day realised I liked sunshine and fern green. Eventually learnt I loved laughter and warmth. And the darkness faded then somewhere lost in the catacombs of the subconcious.
It never truly left. I think somethings can take a grip of you and never let go. I wonder how deep it runs, the dark roots.
But I digress...
It does grind on.
Dentistry waits for no man. You need to have studied it. Clinicals come. Patients need to be cared for. Exams and examiners do not pity. You want it to halt and you want a breath of air. But there is none. There is no time.
Or I'm just really badly organised. That's probably the key to it all.
And in the Middle East? It grinds on.
The exchange of missiles and gunfire and bombs. As important people in black suits and black dresses, turbans and white cloth, argue about what stands they wish to make and what compromises they can't accept continue, children and mothers and simple working men trying to live die and scream and suffer. What's the point of arguing what is right and what is wrong? It just grinds on without stop.
It's odd. I've never truly kept up to date with a conflict before. Not even when it was of countries near home. I didn't want to care. It saddened me too much. And this one does too. But how long can a man hide eh?
Maybe it's the winter that is getting to me once again. Though I doubt it.
Hearts and skies, tinged of bitter frost
Gray day and swallowing night; winter without remorse
Black ash and with bloody hands time was lost
The bitter sins of men without recourse
posted by Ash at 6:39 AM
2 Comments:
it scares me, the pace of the BDSc course. It keeps you disciplined but it also makes me scared. You need to KNOW everything. You need to RECALL everything. Nosh's can be sweet.
hey vong, it's ok to be morbid. we are all morbid in a way. i just recently had another nervous breakdown last week, and it was not pretty. i felt shit about everything. guess it really does suck, how dentistry truely waits for no one. like we are to machine our brain and our bodies to be a tooth. i'm telling you, it's ok to doubt. you like the sun, it will come back for you again. just depends if you want it back. know what i mean?
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