In the next few days or weeks, you walk on the street and feel like you are almighty.
For a few weeks, I seemed to be flying in the clouds, everything around me was flying into the air, my feet were thundering, my pockets were overflowing with flowers, I guessed that I was immortal, and it seemed that I was saving my own life.
God acts by your hand, why deny it? At that moment, why deny that moment?
You are God.
Success is appreciated, but failure is plain. When things don't go well, it is important to resolve the blame. "The elevator is broken", "The intubation can't be inserted", "I should call in sick"...No one wants to play the role of Yama.
The street is not like an emergency room, there are no walls and no control.
For this reason, they taught me to act intuitively without thinking, like a soldier who can disassemble and assemble guns blindfolded. Those trainings only worked in less than 10% of the tasks, and fewer lives were saved.
After a while, I began to understand that my role was not a lifesaver, but a witness.
I'm just a mop that erases sorrow, I just need to show up.
I wash my face with three kinds of soaps, and
each smell is like a season.
I think I seem to have improved,
as if I saved someone, although I don't know who saved it.
This city, if you are not strong enough, you will be destroyed by it.
This city treats everyone equally, and no one is spared.
We are all dying...
We are sharks, and we will die if we stagnate.
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