This week is themed: Electro-Pop [of the female variety].
1. Colourless Colour - La Roux.
2. Ghosts - Ladytron
3. Back To The Start - Lily Allen.
4. Mathematics - Little Boots
5. Tigerlily - La Roux.
6. You Please Me - Dragonette.
7. Under The Sheets - Ellie Goulding
8. Untouched - The Veronicas. [lol]
9. Starstrukk (Featuring Katy Perry) - 3OH!3
10. Starlighter - Jupiter.
Today I will be discussing one topic, and two if time permits. No meandering this time around, it's much too cold, and I'm much too tired myself.
It's 11:30, it is cold outside, the winter breeze lingering around me as if I were some sort of source of amusement. The atmosphere is less than glorious to be generous, yet smelled like death to be a little too critical. And so I trudge on. Trudge? It was more like dancing. Dancing, with the splendors of the wind, dancing to avoid the Winter's Cold (which I failed by the way), dancing in the most unromantic, inelegant way possible, dancing towards the hospital entrance.
The automatic door etched open sure enough, but it emitted a harsh sound, a writhing shriek that could only be compared to the sound of a rusty piece of technology being used for the first time in at least a decade. But it got its job done, and I entered the premises. I remember it so clearly now, I remember looking around the place and thinking to myself "that one will be me in the coming decade, I'll be the one working here". And for some reason, this seemed anything but charming. Gracious, no. Rewarding, hardly. Unsightly, oh words can't even begin to describe it.
I really couldn't help but think, what would become of me? Such contempt. I mean, that probably would have been the first time I've been inside a hospital consciously, and I do not see doctors, I see highly paid public servants. And I mean public servants in the most literal sense of both words. They aren't given a choice on who they can help; they're just accessories, effectively mindless and systematic in their approaches to their day to day lives, systematic in their approaches to assisting those struck by disaster.
And I stop and I think to myself, how can they think knowing this? Knowing that they're the same as military dogs, only they're saving lives, rather than invading countries, and "fighting for freedom". But the concept is still the same, isn't it? I mean, are they not still slaving away without thinking twice because its their jobs? Certainly one day they'll encounter whose who don't deserve (and I can already see some of you bastards asking, but who gets to decide who "deserves help". Well that's not my point) their efforts, don't deserve the ten years of experience, the ten years of education. What then? Do they say no?
Of course not. I mean, what can they do? Do they quit because the "going got tough?" Definitely not, because that's life, and we learn to cope. And so they trudge on, ungracefully aiding and assisting those who they despise, those contemptible characters.
For a while the mere thought of being stuck in a job where you're a slave to the government and the public seemed too abhorrent for me. I mean, wouldn't you hate being stuck in a job where you're left with an itch in the back of your head that screams be careful, you're border lining the likes of a misanthropist now". But it hit me like Chris Brown hit Rihanna, where's the one place where everyone deserves help? Where's the one place you can turn to for redemption, knowing that everyone in need of help deserve it?
A Children's Hospital.
The one place where everyone deserves a second chance, the one place that may shape the future of the World, the one place where helping people brings more reward than any paycheck could give. The one place where you can really get immersed into a job, knowing that you're allowing seeds to blossom into flowers.
Perhaps the only place that matters.
Over and out readers, stay safe.
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