TOUGHSTUFF: I KID YOU NOT!

There comes a time when a person realizes just how powerless he is; when he realizes that maybe, just maybe, he isn't so great after all. That he is, after all, still human, mortal. And that is the time when he takes a moment to look inside and reflect upon his past glories and the fact finally hits him that it was all due to chance or lucky stabs which were nothing less than succesful. It would seem that dwelling in the past had warped his perception of reality; he basked in what happened and it went to his head. But when he is defeated, or when the glow of the limelight is taken away he finally knows, that under the cloak of magnificence, under that facade of grim smugness, he is as broken as everyone else, if not more.

But the helplessness can only lead one to so much. It is then when he sees that all is not lost, and that the mountains he scaled in the past means something after all, for great people has the humblest beginings--such is the nature of life. What is lost can be reclaimed, provided enough effort is to be expended.

Suddenly, the future doesn't seem so bleak after all: a better tomorrow is all to one's own perception, ultimately; but more importantly, he learned that yesterdays are but subtle reminders, and todays are to strive for what is to come tomorrow, rain or shine.

(as a sidenote today's patient interview assesment was somewhat meh: i messed up the order of the questions and half of the time i was all "oh sh**." [didn't say it out loud, of course] but i rather enjoyed it. it was fun while it lasted though but now im back to my books)