Walk

It's surprising that we'd do what it takes, to feel a little bit human each day. Not that the attributes of being "human" is necessarily "good", but it keeps going back to what I refer to as being "alive". Sometimes you walk by someone and even though they're breathing and their heart is beating, you can tell they're dead on the inside, because they've lost the light in their eyes. You meet someone and you think, "wow, I'm talking to a corpse. I wonder how long they've been deceased for".

You think that being a doctor, you'd try and save people. Very soon you become confronted with the reality that you can't save anyone if they don't want to save themselves. You try your best over and over and your best just isn't good enough. You accept it for what it is, because your best is all that you can give, but it still hurts every time.

I always thought that I could be good enough to bring the light back into someone's eyes. That when I talk to a walking corpse, I could reignite that fire and work some magic. I'm not as much of a wizard as I thought I was, and with all my textbooks I feel I can only learn to keep the walking corpse walking; not much more. God wakes people from their graves; that's why I've always admired the power of religion. Everyone likes a good miracle now and again.

The rest of us, we just walk on, I guess.