Living in a tropical country only gives you two seasons. The wet and the dry.
The Dry season or simply exemplified as summer gives the perfect opportunity to spend a day out at the beach, lying on a hammock and soaking up the warmth of the day.
Nothing beats attaining the perfect sun kissed look, not to mention the tan lines that simply screams, Hey look! I had a great day at the beach.
The Rainy season in contrast provides a more laid back atmosphere. This when one finds themselves cooped up in the house, lounging about and enjoying the “bed weather”.
And if I had to choose between the two, I’d choose rainy season over summer in a heartbeat.
In case if you’re wondering why I love this season most especially, the reason is this.
It provides me the perfect scenery and vibe to pour over my muddled up thoughts and to segregate them neatly in my mind palace.
So here I am, stuck in the house, resting peacefully with my feet propped up as I listened to the rain pour heavily over the tiled roof.
And mind you, I was dressed in the most unflattering yet most comfortable clothes ever invented.
It was a good 30 minutes after having settled in when I got a text message from a close friend of mine. He was expressing his utter frustrations after having spent a long day trying to resuscitate someone but failed due to lack of medical resources.
Since it is is not my story to tell, I’d leave out the all the gory details and focus on his frustrations. His sad experience in turn triggered up some pent frustrations to boil over once again.
One clear memory that still leaves me completely and frustrated up to this day and time is this.
Working in the medical profession is challenging. But what makes everything even more challenging is when you are placed in a life and death situation and you simply cannot do anything due to the lack of equipment and funds.
This is simply the reality of being in a third world country where health care is inadequate and unavailable for all.
After working endlessly to attain all the knowledge in order to save lives but still unable to completely give what is ideal is utterly frustrating.
Having under resources in treating individuals suffering from various conditions could be likened to a bird clipped of its wings.
The wingless bird becomes helpless and is left eventually unable to fly. Its means of survival is stripped away leaving him utterly vulnerable to everything around him.
At this point, I’d like to apologise for the redundancy. I did notice that I have said utterly and frustrations too many times.
Sometimes I am left at a lost for words. I guess frustrations could be the root cause of this problem.
So what have I learned in this bitter experience?
I have learned that some frustrating situations are simply unavoidable. It is only but normal to find ourselves yet again in this very ill spot.
We just have to adjust to it rather than avoid it.
What else can we do?
When our hands and legs are both tied down, how do we manage to rise up again?
How can we leave our frustrations and start anew?
Too many questions left unanswered in this rainy day.
So I the only thing I knew I could do was this…
I closed my eyes and allowed the sound of the raindrops comfort my restless soul.
So what are your thoughts?
I really want to hear your thoughts to the numerous questions left in unanswered. I find that sharing your ideas is an excellent way to vent out your pent up frustrations.
Were you ever placed in a situation that has left you feeling utterly helpless and frustrated? What did you do bounce right back up?
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