I'd like to think about the circumstance we are both in as I write this letter. You, on the other side of the world probably just about to begin your day while I, struggling with words while the clock hung above me, ticking away what could be the shortest days of my life.
I have just graduated last March 30, 2012 from the most populated course with the most number of unemployed. Nursing. I do not have facts to support this statement but I know you will agree. I am staring blankly at the screen trying to locate my fondest memories of how I landed in this profession. My mom forced me. It was the saddest, almost unbearably painful summer. It was. But I was glad she did. Or my life could have been easy yet pointless, I could have chased my dreams and ended exhausted, found dreams but not its meaning, touched everything but lives. Lives.Yes, I learned from 8-hour shifts. Tiring and demanding but always fulfilling.
The more I stayed in that hospital, the more daunting each task became. The more I know about my client, the more I know someone needs my help. The more I become a nurse, the more I know why God has sent me.
Three days after graduation, nothing is over. The board exam hovers, an eagle-like display of how pointless graduation can be. But I wont worry for God will sustain me. I don't know His plans nut His will be done in my life.
"If I win, I praise God. If I lose, I praise God "
I wish I were a poet. A writer. I can write lines as winding as the road and never get confused. I wish I am an astrologer. I could gaze the stars forever, observe the universe and tell you how boring it can be. But I'm still thankful I'm a nurse.
The silence is so beautiful at this hour. The room is dark. The windows are open. The air is cold and clean. I can hear the wavy snore my father makes from another room. I wont be able to wake up for the next 8 hours. I'm being called for bed now.