Psychiatry posting, if anything, makes me more introspective of myself and the world as a whole, which subsequently leaves me in somewhat greater despair.
How cruel the world can be to the unsuspecting, to the naive. To the weak, a line of never-ending and brutal conundrum fired. And so we realise the fragility of sanity, the value of that which calls us human.
Where is the meaning? I know how people take my maxim of "searching for the meaning of life" or for the "truth" as a joke but...well, let's just say that life is, essentially, a search and eventually a discovery of our own selves, and of Him.
I want to be stronger than this. Because the world doesn't become nicer just because you tell her to.
Oftentimes I reflect back what I'd like to achieve, what I'd like to say I've picked up over the years, what I can proudly say I have survived. And yet temptations lead me, blindfolded in ignorance, far and away. But the call of "greater purpose" occasionally calls, beckoning me back...
Current Music: Forget You – Glee Cast Cover
