Wow. I am actually writing on my tumblr right now. It is 12:02 am, and I have a 3-page multi-source critique/analysis to write before my nutrition class tomorrow. I have been successfully procrastinating for about five hours. Not too hard when you have ten lovely housemates! Both a gift and a curse I guess. Definitely more of a curse at the moment, though.
So what should I write, to justify such extravagant use of already precious time? Hmm… well, I have not really written a solid post for probably around 9 months. Meaning my entire second year of uni! I transferred this year, so it almost feels like my first all over again. Except not, because I am older and my classes have already become much more major-oriented. Which is nice, because I’m going to be a nurse, so being exposed to as much information as early as possible will really be a life or death matter to at least one person in my future.
Oh, yeah, I’m going to be a nurse :). Did you know that? Probably not, since you only know what I tell you. Yeah, that’s my future. Scrubs. Pain. Mourning. Death. And, hopefully, healing. Because even though I have essentially signed up to make those first four things constants in the remainder of my life, that’s not what my purpose lies in. My purpose is healing. That is my goal. Healing of the body and spirit. I don’t know about the mind—I tend to not like that as much. But certainly the body, and most significantly the spirit.
I guess the spirit takes such precedence for me because I sincerely believe that it will live on after the body has desiccated. After our bodies are transformed by fire into ashes, or more slowly ground into dust thanks to the ravages of time, I believe that WE will still remain. So, why do I even care about the body? If our lives will continue, in one form or another, even after our bodies are gone, why should we spend so much energy prolonging the inevitable?
For me, it’s because I still believe that what happens right here, right now, matters. I don’t think the present loses its significance simply because a possibly eternal future exists. If it did, nothing would ever matter. Who wants to live in that world?
I think some lives deserve more living. Healing one person has the potential of transforming thousands more. For good or for evil—its all connected. I’m not saying that I would be personally responsible for every action someone I saved takes, but that doesn’t change the fact that in that position, I have incredible influence.
There’s so much more to say here, but now it’s close to 12:30, and this short burst of energy is fading fast. I will now go read a bunch of tearfully boring articles on insulin trends in periodic consumption of food and regurgitate all that I have learned about nutrition over the past 16 weeks. Pray the pound of cheez-its i just consumed doesn’t go with it.
For those of you lucky enough to sleep tonight, do it with joy. Think of me, consumed with deserved jealousy. AnyHOO, bye now.