i have a lot of things to say but I don’t really know where to begin. Some days, I feel like I am a snake, absconding my comfort zone when I should have known better. Sometimes I look forlornly at my discarded old skin, fighting this intense irresistible urge to writhe back into it. But I couldn’t, even if I try – it would no longer fit me, even though I ache for its familiarity. The world is expanse and luscious, I keep on telling myself. And I’ve heard someone sitting on the fence calling out that the grass has always been greener on the other side of the fence. And for reasons I myself couldn’t completely comprehend, I always believe the person on the fence. Because he must be a wise man for sitting on the fence whereas me, this green snake, only manage to slither in and out of muddy potholes. Sometimes though, doubts of the man on the fence’s wisdom nagged me down – and moments like these only come when I am carelessly suck to the bottom of the earth by quicksand. My critical judgement often only emerges when I am suffocating and fighting for my survival. And during these moments, I couldn’t choose whether to believe that wise man on the fence or my own instinct. But hold on, should a green snake trust her own instinct?

i wanted to spell out exactly what I am thinking right now. But clarity is not my middle name. If you wonder, that’s why snakes don’t move in a straight line. It might seem that we are exhibitionist creatures who purposely convert a simple task to a complex task just for the sake of a show – like instead of typing these long convoluted sentences I could have gotten away with a three line story depicting every single thought I have as of this moment. but doing the latter would undesirably endorse predictability govern by statistics with a double whammy of transparency. To kill transparency is the very reason snakes swim in murky water, no?

but you know, if there is one thing that’s biting me badly today is this realization that General Medicine is hard. :s