I chose the easiest question for gp today. 'Will medical science reduce life to mere engineering?'
I spent an entire page on the introduction, tackling engineering, medical science and reduction of life in coherence.
Contrivance, design, creation, manipulation, reformation, by man, for man, stuff like that was what I perceived as engineering.
Right after the paper, someone told me a total different definition of engineering.
& I diffused, into utter dejection.
Then in the end, I'm right, she's wrong.
But the thing is, why did I sway.
No sway is too mitigated.
Why did I topple in the slightest breeze.
Like walls of sand.
I'm not like that. At least I wasn't like this.
It's like I trust everyone, but myself.
On the bright side, it's good I allay that over confidence.

Then I'm missing a point, it's this exponential confidence that has been holding me.
No wonder why of late when it forsakes me I break apart.



You can't touch my perspectives. They are sacrosanct.
But I can change them. I will change them.
You'll see, because now I'm starting to accept different people and their points of view, and how life doesn't take place in a linear fashion.
Stumbling doesn't mean failure.
Separation doesn't define brokenness.



In any case, I'm glad there's no paper tomorrow.
I looked for graph paper everywhere in the house except the paper section.
Prelims cause this retardation.
oh, and did I mention, I HATE STATS.
PURE DISDAIN