Unrest

I think i work too hard.

I broke my own personal record and clocked a 16-hour day at the hospital, reaching home only at 1am in the morning. G reckons that's just normal, but i'm not him. I haven't sold my soul to that place. At least not yet.

Nat and i were talking about our own personal goals. For a moment, i have no idea why i work so hard for. I'm not in it for the money, nor to prove anything. I think i just love animals and i basically like helping people? That simple, nothing more complicated than that. This profession is probably too big and overwhelming for my feeble reason.

I woke up today having a feeling of unrest inside. Sometimes you think you know better, but you actually don't. Sometimes you think you don't know, but the answer is clear, way too clear. Sometimes when you shut up, you still hear voices. Sometimes when it's noisy and chaotic around you, you hear nothing at all.

Hey i've always been a confused kid. Need to run or drum this feeling away.