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the colour of a collar, is not a mood ring, it's blue or white, it doesn't suddenly change, depending on how you feel. the division of classes, is not hopscotch, you can't simply jump from square to square, gracefully, over stones. debt, like other four-letter words, is a constant that cannot be erased, regardless of fancy business cards, or the poetry of your scalpel. doubt, like other underlying emotions, sprouts and blooms, when least convenient, let logic be the shears, that keep your mind green, and tidily kept. let your experience grant you perspective, never get caught up in show and tell, ant farms, and pet rocks, cannot be compared. never hold with derision what you've overcome, or come from, wear those badges proudly, like a child wears bike scars (3 stitches). never let the memories, of adversity fade, let them remind you of circumstances, never to be repeated. past purchases, do not determine worth, tie clips are superfluous, silk and polyester, are not discernible from a distance. let the lack of a title, in your pedigree, fill you with pride, not embarrassment. let the sacrifices of those before you, ring with honour, not with shame. let your actions be a logical extension, of the dreams deferred on your behalf. let the blue of your collar never fade with washing, regardless of what's implied by initials after names.
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Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 3:14 PM UTC
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the colour of a collar, is not a mood ring, it's blue or white, it doesn't suddenly change, depending on how you feel. the division of classes, is not hopscotch, you can't simply jump from square to square, gracefully, over stones. debt, like other four-letter words, is a constant that cannot be erased, regardless of fancy business cards, or the poetry of your scalpel. doubt, like other underlying emotions, sprouts and blooms, when least convenient, let logic be the shears, that keep your mind green, and tidily kept. let your experience grant you perspective, never get caught up in show and tell, ant farms, and pet rocks, cannot be compared. never hold with derision what you've overcome, or come from, wear those badges proudly, like a child wears bike scars (3 stitches). never let the memories, of adversity fade, let them remind you of circumstances, never to be repeated. past purchases, do not determine worth, tie clips are superfluous, silk and polyester, are not discernible from a distance. let the lack of a title, in your pedigree, fill you with pride, not embarrassment. let the sacrifices of those before you, ring with honour, not with shame. let your actions be a logical extension, of the dreams deferred on your behalf. let the blue of your collar never fade with washing, regardless of what's implied by initials after names.
Inspired by the feelings of inadequacy one feels in medical school. Copyright SMK 2011.
shawn
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shawn
Canadian
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 3:14 PM UTC
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