You are the best. You are the worst. You are average. Your love is a part of you. You try to give it away because you cannot bear its radiance, but you cannot separate it from yourself. To understand your fellow humans, you must understand why you give them your love. You must realize that hate is but a crime-ridden subdivision of love. You must reclaim what you never lost. You must take leave of your sanity, and yet be fully responsible for your actions.
GB was right. At the end of the day, a bad thing done for a good reason, is still a bad thing. And just because an avenue exists for bullying doesn't make it right.
As the cobwebs of an almost forgotten place thickens, the wonting of corporeal infirmity of an evanescent youth makes one question the ideals of perfection and the reasons we strive for it. What has seem to have been reneged, in the back of one's mind, in a cesspool of distractions, all of which, has made us so... ordinary.
Being a doctor has taught me many different things; for one, everyone in the world's screwed up. The only difference with me is that I am able to admit it to myself.
