#whenthegoinggetstoughthetoughgetsgoing

[thelostabroader]

What is p-a-i-n?

“Will I be able to do it? Can I do this? I can’t even sit upright. My head is spinning.” I sit and say to myself, as I feel my body temperature vigorously rising, my joints weakening, and my inner strength and hope, slowly deteriorating. Thing is, I was down with fever, a bad one; that felt more like a parasite which was mercilessly sucking the life out of me each second. It was due to some food poisoning that I was suffering from. Oh well, perks of binging on street food in the midst of exam week. And to make things worse, I had to sit for my last paper the morning right after. Not just any paper, but the paper that was going to decide my fate at the “Tooth-Fairy Institute”. In twisted words, my final paper for Bachelors in Dental Surgery. I was at my weakest. I thought to myself at that moment, there’s nothing worst that could happen to you. You’re going to flunk tomorrow’s paper, if you even are lucky enough to sit through it without having to sprint to the washroom, every 2 minutes. My condition was going from bad to worse. I was losing all hope. “Giving up, I’m giving up.” I said. “I’m quitting. That’s it. To hell with tomorrow’s paper.” But those two words..those words. Simple yet terrifying. “Give up.”

Was this what I came here to do? Give up? Was this why I flew miles away from home, from my family? To give up? Is this all I can take? Was I dying? No. What about that old lady earlier on the streets selling goods, who had on her body barely even a full tied saree to cover herself up, more like bits and pieces of it, with little mouths to feed back home. Did she give up? No, she did not. What about that trishaw uncle yesterday, who had only one arm, yet still was transporting passengers back and forth, under the scorching sun. Did he give up? No, he did not. What about that little girl you stumbled upon last week, barely even around 9, who had lost both her legs and still attends school, on a wheelchair, with the biggest smile on her face, striving to gain knowledge, without a single complain as to why she lacks physically compared to her brothers and sisters. Did she give up? No, she did not.

What about the homeless people, literally living on the footpath, right below your luxurious apartment. When I sleep so peacefully in my bed at night, all tucked in, after a good meal, enjoying the cold heavy rains and thunderstorm..What happens to them? Where do they go searching for shelter? How do they survive it all without a roof on their heads? All they have is each other, and yet, do they give up? No, they don’t. I woke up, saying a prayer, thanking the Lord for everything that I have; for the meals that I indulge in everyday,for the roof I have over my head,for the bed that I so soundly sleep on, for a mother that was willing to stay up with me all night because she was worried sick for her overgrown child that was down with just a fever. Wow. I have so much, and yet I was about to give up? I sat in front of my fat, thick Anatomy pages. Read for hours. Pushed myself, fought against every sensation of pain that I felt. With an immensely satisfied heart, I went back to bed. Satisfied partly because I was able to prepare myself for my last and final paper, but mostly because I felt blessed to have realized how appreciative I was to how much I already have in life. How I’ve started looking at the bigger picture. How one small painful experience, can be an eye-opener to the vast things in life. This pain is going to be temporary, but the pain of one million other people might never be gone.

[un-in-sunshine]

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mệt quá quá mệt làm ơn cho tôi thi nhanh lên kéo dài cái gì mà dài dữ vậy ko biết ôn thi 4-5 ngày là đủ rồi aukai tại sao lại cách nhau cả tuần dài khi chỉ có 2 môn vại ô mô na trời ơi là trời thôi học xong rồi rên xong rồi đi ngủ và ko muốn sáng mai phải mở mắt dậy ôn bài đâu vậy nha baiiii