The last weekend was probably the lowest my inner drive, my motivation, and as a result, my honour has ever gone. I could not even bring myself to get out of bed on Saturday morning after going through a nightmare-sequence of failures and disappointments.
Was surgery department this draining for everyone? Why couldn't I face that table of books these past few weeks?
I need to breathe.
I gave in and had chocolates with a mug of coffee for breakfast. While the monologue in my head continued.
I turned to the laptop.
Facebook, the usual updates. Boring.
Email. the usual updates. Boring.
Japanese tracks playlist. Yeah, that sounds right.
The sun warmed up the room, and I opened a window to take in some fresh air. Air-conditioning was always second best.
And there it is. The day in front of me. And me, at what seems to be the lowest point of the parabolic curve one could possibly send their despondent souls to.
I decided to walk down my memories with the warm coffee mug for company. And among the many things I relived in my mind, I remembered why I needed to do this.
Teachers I met in those last few months of my stay in India who have made that lasting mark on me, believed in me, taught me to never give up, and shown me the way forward.
They may never know how much they have changed the course of my life. But everyday, I promise to honour them.
Today, I reclaim my 名誉
