Wrong determination
"We work to become, not to acquire"; a saying embedded into my mind for as long as I can recall. But each day I ask myself, why do I work at school? What is education preparing me for? To acquire...is that all life is? If you were to die with the most assets, you are still dead, so how much does it really matter? To obtain is probably what motivates people to work though; to latch on to some money, possession and power. It reminds me of that computer game 'The Sims'. Everyone just does their own thing, trying to make the house look better and eventually they die, forgotten about as a new character is created.Another day of school looms in the background of my mirror as I cleanse the remains of my routine breakfast from my teeth. My voice echoes down the dim, narrow hallway, wondering whether I could buy lunch today. Mum's response was blunt and almost due to reflex; "We've got food why do you need to buy lunch for?" With a failing protest I began packing my school bag, full of my dreams and inspirations, along with the many other necessities that were not on the school 'to buy', list. Each day I walk back and forth from the building prepa
He loves the sound of the cash register popping open at the end of the day. He wakes up early every morning, miserable because he has to spend another mind-numbing day putting on a facade; pretending to be concerned for others. To go through eternity in a futile struggle, spending years on something he hated; just to have more. One spends years as a student studying; determined to become someone who can help people; people they genuinely care for and will devote their time to. No one knew what to do; it was as if the end of the world had focused itself into one intersection. Car horns shred the atmosphere to pieces. What will he do when he rushed through my grandma's folder because he was so anxious to get out for his lunch break? What will he do when the two minutes he used was to decide what to order from KFC, rather than diagnosing a serious condition accurately? What will he do when he finds out he has betrayed someone's trust, a patient who thought he was sincere and a considerate person. The traffic lights could no longer function. Once all other direction was lost, they had nothing else to guide them. Then there is the doctor who attends medical school because it was the highest paying career he could think of. The medical complication has inspired me to be. Money is not power no matter how many people may sway your beliefs, it is only fools gold.
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