I didn't want to feel anything, never again. But someone... kept on telling me it was good to have feelings... it didn't matter how much they hurt. It's our feelings to make us human... good or bad... and to never lose hope.Send
Men are like high-heeled shoes... There are beautiful ones that are painful, those that you don't like from the start, those unattainable ones that'll never be yours, those that look charming at the beginning but then you understand that they aren't that special... and, lastly, those that you'll never tire to keep with you...
There are moments of our life in which loves defets all: exaust, insomnia... all. And there are those moments in which it seems that love doesn't bring you anything... but pain.
Remember when you were a kid and your biggest worry was, like, if you'd get a bike for your birthday or if you'd get to eat cookies for breakfast. Being an adult? Totally overrated. I mean seriously, don't be fooled by all the hot shoes and the great sex and the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. Adulthood is responsibility. Responsibility, it really does suck. Really, really sucks. Adults have to be places and do things and earn a living and pay the rent. And if you're training to be a surgeon, holding a human heart in your hands, hello? Talk about responsibility. Kind of makes bikes and cookies look really, really good, doesn't it? The scariest part about responsibility? When you screw up and let it slip right through your fingers.
Four hundred years ago, another well-known English guy had an opinion about being alone. John Donne. He thought we were never alone. Of course, it was fancier when he said it. "No man is an island entire unto himself." Boil down that island talk, and he just meant that all anyone needs is someone to step in and let us know we're not alone. And who's to say that someone can't have four legs. Someone to play with or run around with, or just hang out.
If you manage to overcome your boundaries, life on the other side is wonderful.
They say practice makes perfect. Theory is, the more you think like a surgeon, the more you become one. Better you get at remaining neutral, clinical. Cut, suture, close. And the harder it becomes to turn it off. To stop thinking like a surgeon and remember what it means to think like a human being.
Surgeons are control freaks. With a scalpel in your hand, you feel unstoppable. There's no fear, there's no pain. You're ten-feet tall and bulletproof. And then you leave the or. And all that perfection, all that beautiful control, just falls to crap.
No-one likes to lose control, but as a surgeon there's nothing worse. It's a sign of weakness, of not being up to the task. And still there are times when it just gets away from you. When the world stops spinning and you realize that your shiny little scalpel isn't gonna save you. No matter how hard you fight it, you fall. And it's scary as hell. Except there's an upside to freefalling. It's the chance you give your friends to catch you.
Sometimes reality exceeds expectations, sometimes awaiting confrontation with who we don't expect makes us turn pale. We should ask ourselves why we stick to our expectations, because what we expect makes us stop in anticipation... what we expect is only the beginning. What we don't expect instead is what changes our lives.
It's one of those things that people say: you can't go on until you haven't let go of the past... Letting go is the easy part, going ahead is painful, so sometimes we fight and we try to keep this unchanged.
But things can't always remain the same... at a certain point we have only to let go... to go ahead... because it doesn't matter how painful it is... it's the only way to grow up.