They don’t tell us that we will have to miss things. Human things: birthdays, weddings, christening things,
funeral things. Things that we can never get back. They don’t tell us that we will hurt. That we will be angry, cranky, tearful, staring down an endless undulation of work. That our minds will ache like sore muscles after a marathon, all the time. They don’t tell us that we will be hungrier. That long hours of studying lead to emptier stomachs, or that the isolation of academia and working so damn hard will lead to emptier hearts. They don’t tell us how to fuel ourselves. That our body needs more food, more sunlight, more love, and that our minds need breaks and comfort and joy. That stress can change the body. They don’t tell us, because they do not remember what it was like. They tell us what it could be, what it will someday be. Someday, it will be placing a newborn baby on a mother’s chest and shaking a new father’s hand. Basking in the glory of a new life, of a moment they will never forget. Someday, it will be alleviating chronic pain. And they will smile at us, joyous, elated, radiant for a future without endless aches, and without hurting all the time. Someday, it will be arranging for proper nutrition, because injustices lead to empty stomachs and empty hearts, but we can help fill them. Removing hardships and meeting injustice with compassion can change the body. Someday, we will fuel ourselves. We will thrive in hospitals, clinics, and private practices, and we will heal others. But we will take the time to nourish our bodies and souls so we can repair others. Someday, but not right now. But for now, we do our best, and look to the someday. - Elana Galassi
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too often do we misplace
our suffering at the fists of those who suffer deeply within themselves. every heart bears a burden and every flame you have met or will ever meet was once a human being with a heart as light as the suffering that was better meant to be shared. so next time you touch the flames of a burning soul, do not fight the sufferer who stands before you, fight the fire that burns within you, open your fist to the flames and let your heart bear the burden that you may never understand, because no one has the strength to suffer alone. - Olivia Mobarakai |
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