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Over the Hilltop

A life we see together built Just over the hills come to We've climbed so far, with tired arms That ending the ascent feels new

Yet to go on towards our goal A last fork in the road to bear I know the journey will be over soon But still a fond ache to share

So close now to the home we seek With time to pass, apart I'll keep this ember burning bright Until I see you again, my heart.

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a lot of pieces of media will show characters catching fireflies with just their bare hands. in some cases they will just land on the persons fingers. to gently be placed inside of a jar..

for people who live in areas who don’t have fireflies, i want you to know that is not made up or exaggerated for those scenes. fireflies are really like that. they are slow and not cautious at all. while camping i would just walk up to one flying in the air and grab it. and it would sit on my hands like “oh ok.” they are my friends.

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Polaroid

The alarm goes off, still dark outside

I hear your breathing, slow

Moving light, to not disturb

The morning's memory's glow

A remembered happiness as I rub my eyes

Thinking of our story till now

I kiss your cheek, you sleepily smile

As I remember our kiss long ago

In March as we flew oversea

We chose to be explorers

Little we knew, though we'd definitely seen

That neither of us were cowards.

One kiss, up high, that started it all

As I kiss you once again

A flick of the hat, fondly recalled

By me at least, to your chagrin

A turn of the handle in the shower

And the waterfall reappears

From high above, on beams we crossed,

I saw our future years

In every city, dish, and drive

We deliberately set our footing

To best appreciate, and utilize

This chance that we'd been given

Now as I slowly close the door

The light o'er horizon breaks

Just one more kiss before the last

To hold at bay the ache

Our treasured days of months ere past

The days of morrow create

I see our days, just as they have,

A sunbathed story elate.

Slowly, with you, on the couch

As sun sets through the window

A polaroid, in how I feel,

To capture this memento

So one more kiss before we part

Staving off the chapter's end

Though there be new adventures to start

I'd capture these moments, forever, in film.

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'We write to taste life twice. One in the moment and one in retrospect' - Anais Nin

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Waiting for Godot (and the bus)

I like the cool, summer early mornings. Reminds of me of Chennai, where I guess was the last time I'd wake up so early willingly and the temperature was still comfortable most of the time. Early mornings usually mean losing late nights though, and though I only found out about the term "revenge bedtime procrastination" recently, I feel like I've been feeling that urge for a long time.

For the uninitiated, "revenge bedtime procrastination" is the phenomenon in which people who don't have much control over their daytime life refuse to sleep early in order to regain some sense of freedom during late night hours. Going to sleep becomes basically the end of your free time, the time you actually enjoy spending, and the start of your next day's responsibilities.

In that vein though, I do think I remember a few very distinct mornings where I've been up this early and actually wanted to be, and by extension remember being happy, or rather, content, to go to sleep the night before because I was excited for tomorrow because it's such an otherwise rare phenomenon. Most of these memorable instances were, perhaps not-so-strangely, in the last year or so, with the first being the night before starting my internship at Johns Hopkins for the Preventive Medicine elective. The last time before today, was the night before I went to Camp Moria for the first time. And despite my initial difficulties while in Geneva, I remember nights were I was content enough to go to sleep because I was looking forward to the next day.

I wrote about a similar feeling with regards to Geneva before, but in the vein of not feeling restless while I was there, to be doing something extra, something that would contribute more to the cause(s) I wanted to affect. I related it then to feeling like I was already where I wanted to be, doing the work I wanted to be doing, so I didn't feel like I needed to do more. It left me content to use my free time as actual free time, to enjoy the summer barbequing and biking and swimming with the new friends I'd made.

It's a similar feeling this morning, waiting for the bus to come at 5am, and last night when I didn't mind going to bed around 10. I haven't written anything yet about my experience at BMC, in Boston, summer here, Kat, the feeling of finally having a more distinct sense of agency with regards to my career; mostly because residency's schedule has been taking up my time, expectedly. But I hope to be better about writing more often and not just during instances of relative inspiration like at a bus stop in the chilly air at 5am, if not for the blog, at least to make it good practice to formally bear witness to medical and medical-related disparities, like so many written pieces by others have been so successful at doing before. I'm still getting used to my schedule being what it is, and already dream of being able to work more reasonable hours doing more directly the work I want to do. But in the mean time, what one of my attendings said to me about residency seems to be wiser and wiser advice: to treat residency like a clinical education retreat for three years.

It doesn't feel like it yet, but maybe by the end of these three years I'll finally start to feel that sense of competence I feel like I've been chasing.

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Growing up with your starters

Artist:  esasi8794 / Twitter

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Episode 5: The King of Omashu | ko-fi

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© | Ghost-in-the-Shell (Do not remove credits)

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The Evening Star, Washington DC, October 16, 1918

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The Hunger Games, Actual Teen style!

On the left, 15-year-old Josh Hutcherson.

On the right, 16-year-old Jennifer Lawrence.

Think how much creepier it would be to see them killing other kids when they look so squishy-cheeked and little.

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Seats in library of Alexandria, Egypt. 📸Ctto