For just one day

I would like to swap eyes.

To see my idiosyncrasies and their nuances.

Everything I can perceive in another that which I cannot in myself.
I'm blind to my actions, and it is through my memories and my ability to recreate third-person memories that I picture the way I am perceived.

Just one day.

Also if I could make my dreams into movies, yes.

One last thing too -
if years are passing faster and faster because each year is now only a fraction of my lifetime, in addition to increased workload, commitments and all, then how?

I know to make the most of my 'now'.

That's probably what I wanted when I was trying to describe the feeling of watching very sad movies and bawling my eyes out.
A longing desire to feel.

Having lived 22 years, I want to feel something new.
Or to feel something with all its depth.

Hurt. Indignation. Sadness. Love. Happiness. Ecstasy. Rage. Passion. Inspiration. Exhilaration.

All of that.
Half of which I have not felt.

I feel as though my ability to feel has decreased.
That it takes so much more to stimulate my heart to the same extent as it did when I was young.

Is it jadedness that comes with age?
Cynicism? Habit?

I wonder.

And also people.
To never forget that that person there has a family; is a child of someone's too.
To see them in the context of their life and living, as opposed to merely a passing stranger.

I guess that's the most important thing.
That each day, we pass by so many strangers.
So, so many we never see again.

And to realise how big, yet how exceedingly small the world is.
Mine, but a minuscule portion of the lives of all others.

Medicine is also a social science.
And such an interesting science at that.

Fleeting emotions.

How do you articulate half-formed thoughts?
Slivers of emotion that comes and goes, shadows and hides for you to seek?

Only time will tell.
And movies, books, articles and quotes.