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.
