Small Things

Okay,  so I keep thinking I should write.  But about what?  I actually have a hell of topics going on in my head,  but I don't think I can pursue just one.  My head is all over the place.  Last couple of weeks,  I have stressed myself out,  tried too hard and achieved absolutely nothing. And when you don't give yourself time,  attention,  it's... I don't know,  for me it was like, I was always tired, I never felt like I got enough rest or enough sleep,  even though my working hours were not bad.  It's apparently all to do with your mind.  I was stressed stressed and stressed.  I still am,  but I guess not so much.  The thing is,  medicine  (as of the moment,  the subject and not the whole course), makes me nervous. It's so vast and rapidly changing and advancing field, and its vague,  most of the time. I remember appearing my medicine final exams and I was near wetting myself.  So am doing my medicine appointment for internship, and have to stay on-calls,  a

I have been staring at empty pages, trying to think of something to write. There are a thousand things I can write about, I have a thousand opinions to share. But I don't want to write about any of them. Writing, I do not do it for the readers, I do it for myself. These opinions that I have, I do not have to write them down to know them, to understand them. I want to write about the things that confuses me, that haunts me, but I cannot. I do not have words to describe them. I do not have a starting to all the commotion in my mind. This situation is definitely not new, but it has never gone this long. Tomorrow, may be tomorrow I will have the words, I will have this figured out. May be tomorrow I will have my life sorted out. May be tomorrow, everything will fall into place. May be tomorrow I will be happy without a doubt in my mind. Tomorrow seems to be too far away. We have the right to do what we want with our life. But, the extent to which we can stretch our arms depends u