CIMDHOG

Olivia struggled to steady her hands as she tries to open the lock of her house, of all the emotions that run through her veins the one she tried harder to suppress is the tears that filled her eyes. "no man is worth my tears" she had once said, but now that statement seems harder to live by than the other day she had said it. She went straight to the bedroom, a place she had known to be the place with the most comfort. She had the urge to slam her body face down into her bed and letting the tears down and soaking her sheets with the tears, instead she summoned the last drop of determination she had left, she beat the urge, sat down in the centre of the soft bed with her legs crossed; a calm trick she had learnt when she was young. She closed her eyes to the pain and mental beat down that she was giving herself for believing the lies and the deceit. It was dejavu, she could see the scene playing all over again. Him begging, her crying and repeatedly asking why and later

Why? Why is the earth round or spherical as they say?, why is it divided into portions of land and sea?, why do we all exist?, why do we humans act the way we do?, why do we think the way we do?, why is the nature around us quiet while we are loud?, why is there war and violence all over?, why can't we all live in peace and harmony?, why are we the same and yet so different?, why do we feel the need to classify everything even ourselves into classes or calibres and sections?, why do we judge others based on their class and background?, why do we hustle and strife for things that have been standing right in front of us all along?, why do we need to communicate to one another and build relationships in order to co-habit?, why do we feel the need to be empowered?, why do we feel the need to be superior than others?, why do we abuse whatever little authority that we managed to attain?, why is technology gradually taking over the human race?...and why are we letting it?. Why do we

The idle hand is the devil's workshop, in the past few months i have come to the realization of the reality of this statement...not that i have been up to anything bad (Well trust me not solely because i know any better, but when you think of the aftermath, your decision makes itself for you), but when you spend all your time repeating the cycle of sleeping, wake-up, eating and staring blankly into space. In the first few weeks, it felt like paradise not having to rush to early morning wardrounds, it was really nice not having to be a medical student, it was nice having a break from the hustle of school and getting a degree, but sooner than later the "paradise-like feeling" began to wear off, it then became a normal routine to sleep, wake-up, eat, stare blankly into space, do some things in between (e.g, house chores) and then go back to sleep. After the first month of this repetitive cycle, the normal routine dwindled to a boring frustrating cycle. So instead of dyi

"Everybody has a right to at least five minutes of madness", everybody except her. she had always believed that she is an epitome of cool, calm and collected. She had channeled all of her energy into controlling her emotions in all situation. Her lack of strong emotions had resulted in her colleague often referring to her as emotionally cold, but she had worked too hard for her to be concerned about the label others had decided to tag her with. Day after day she encounters different people most of whom are interested in destroying her life long effort in maintaining her cool, and each time she comes across such people she combats the atmosphere of rage with her ultimate weapon, and like sun dispersing dark clouds, all the anger and rage deflates in the matter of seconds. Its amazing how long a calm, soothing voice and an assuring touch can go. Today was not going to be different, it was not supposed to be different. Laura stood quietly in her Doctor's coat as she wat