De ja vu

I'm been pretty caught up lately with so many things that I don't know where to start. Exams are coming up in 2 weeks, and that's what everyone's been talking about recently. Then there is the issue of random attendance at lectures, and how to combine getting through all the content in time for the exams and to attend all the lectures. Next there are the summer plans to be settled, hopefully there will be no complications there. There's also been a hive of activity over the bank holiday weekend and even the past 2 weeks, having to pick and choose the events in which my attendance would make a difference. It's getting very difficult to balance life to the extent I want it to be. There are also all the happenings back home to think about and ponder. The future is a great topic for meditation, but it can either spur you on or worry you sick. Scholarship issues have also been thrown into the picture. Oh yes, and through it all, at the back of my mind is the imminent fact of leaving Dublin next year. With limited time, effective time management to accomplish all the plans is crucial. BUT there are also the things that can't be taken back because of the limited load and restrictions and need to be left behind, and the task of picking and choosing what is past its due date, what is disposable and what is indispensable is also a tough one. After such a good experience here, how do you decide to distance yourself from it all? That is the challenge... to be of the world, but to be detached from it. It's extremely difficult, and that is the thought that comes to my mind before I sleep every night. How do you remove an essential ingredient from the recipe of life? It would not taste the same nor look the same, surely. But then life goes on, and time waits for no one. This knowledge has a most humbling effect on those who want to make a difference and can, and I guess is what spurs us on. This plus having attended mass this morning with a whole bunch of people from the graduating Medical Class of University College Dublin of 1958, makes you think even more of life. Can you imagine yourself 50 years a doctor, and coming back for a reunion, to find some people missing, and everyone changed? Now back to more studying...