Change
The world is perpetually changing, its face continuously being contorted into a similar looking countenance, largely due to its underlying tectonic plates. The core of the earth persists in its quality. However, nothing much in terms of appearance is appreciable in this region; it remains the same, unchanging. From time to time, it spurts out its content to the surface. Such events usually bring forth disastrous outcomes.
I have digressed from my topic. It is not my intention to talk about geography.
Change, a big word thanks to a big man. Our belief in change has been cemented by the emergence of a world leader whose skin colour differs to that of his predecessors. But has anything changed apart from that? Perhaps a little, but not much. His contribution, nonetheless, must not be restrained to the development in his country, for he is a world leader. His rise to the top in the political scene has sparked a series of events in certain parts in the world, especially in the Middle East. Now, people are largely unsatisfied with their current government, and in developed countries anarchy is starting to be a gripping issue. In the future, it may be confused with revolution. When that time comes, distinction between good and bad will be a even blurry subject.
Change has since permeated into other areas of society. In my personal opinion, change has been the key word in my profession. And change- again I must stress that this is my personal view- has ran its course along the face of medicine that its badly sutured outcome is no longer a recognizable one.
Regret? Hardly. Disappointment? Very much so. I am disheartened by its malleability on the hands of its ambitious so-called leaders. My maturity may be dictating my views, for am I quite an idealistic punk. But these are my views, views which I tried bending towards that of the majority. I am an aberration in my profession, and this greatly disheartens me.
You ask why.
Nobility and integrity- these are the virtues the profession should uphold. But it has been replaced by accountability. You must not take my word out of context. I agree with accountability, it keeps everyone safe, and it keeps us clean and connected. But such is the grip of this virtue on its practitioners that a body now controls most of our actions. It still looks alright, but I foresee a horrible future, for me at least. Emotions are dumped into the bin, treated like trash because we were constantly taught that there’s no space for this whimsical nonsense. We are taught to be professional, and what awesome professionals we are turning out to be. The way we behave, even the way we talk now is being scrutinized. The body is strong and domineering, so we must adhere.
Regulation is good, but fascism is not. I am not putting a label on anything.
My vision of a good practitioner remains close to my heart. I can’t allow it to be tainted, because this vision is what brought me here. If I change, I would lose this passion. I would lose sight of the model I made myself out to be.
I am disappointed, disheartened. But I fear I must persist and persevere.
