Toubib Or Not To Be

It's past midnight, the sheep have flown to another person’s field while I keep to ssing in my bed and my eyes refuse to shut. Insomnia, my dear friend, has once again come to knock on my door. Exhausted, I surrender to my fate,  a large cardigan draped over my shoulders and a cup of warm tea in my hand. I sit by the window and watch the beautiful scenery  my room offers. The calmness surrounding the night made me forget all the fatigue. I wasn't sad nor angry. I was surprisingly glad to be awake. I was mesmerized by the spectacle taking place in front of my bare eyes. The stars shined brightly against the gloomy darkness mimicking drops of gold. The moon's magnificent glow seeped through the cloudy sky bringing a sense of relief to my heart. It strangely felt like the sky was sending me a message reassuring me and proving to me there are countless fascinating aspects of life I have yet to discover. I could feel it in my bones; This isn’t my final destination. This is only ...