Before graduating, it was going to be my reward to myself for surviving (no exaggeration there) medical school. When the time came though, I had convinced myself that life was not worth the pictures of it, and the completion of the endeavour fell flatly in anticlimax.
Sitting at my home computer, going through yet another spell of the blues - probably self inflicted and perpetuated as always - I find myself browsing through old pictures on the hard drive. It's funny what slips from memory when you don't pay it enough attention. I for one, have taught myself to forget bad things but at the very dear price of now losing the good ones too.
Perhaps I'm setting myself up to not learn from mistakes, or perhaps I'm doing even worse by not opening myself up to taking risks to avoid making them all together.
Maybe I should get a camera today, before I leave, as a reminder that life consists of both good and bad experiences and memories - all worth living and remembering.
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