reading pleasures

There is alot of catch up reading to be done these few weeks.
With idleness comes boredom. there is never a time worse than now whereby i feel ive lost my purpose of life.
last week, my convocation date has been set. honestly i do not feel as accomplished as when the results were released. i sometimes doubt if i ever attended medical school. just last week during physio session, i saw a patient with boots for her ankle. i asked myself what could be the diagnosis and its a shame that i couldnt recall. medical knowledge has evaporated.

these stories aside, i have been reading atul gawande's latest book called being mortal. i have to say this is the best book hes written so far.
i can relate easily to what hes trying to say because of my mobility issues. i understood how scary it is to lose autonomy of ur own life and when u had to depend on someone else for basic care.
what i felt was transient but it did gave me an idea what the elderly felt and the stark difference of elderly care in the west and in the east.

if there was a book that had changed my views on the field of geriatrics,this would be it.
i never liked geriatrics, neither do i like to deal with old people. yet now i realised i was a fool. i never put myself into their shoes and look at things in their perspective. i didnt thought that i too will grow old one day.

i have forgotten the simple pleasures of reading. it has been a long time since i sat and read books i like. to be able to put aside everything in the world, to be able to immerse my mind into the vast sea of words and to sail through new ideas. it made me feel alive.

no wonder they say god first messages to us humans was to read.
praise to god.