Midnight Mayhem / Lessons of the Past

Being a med student, I have a ton of lessons in the past that I have left to learn from, But as the mind is a tragedy of of its own, I fail to learn from them, rather ironically I tend to repeat them again compared to newer mistakes.

Given the topic of this prompt essay, my first thought upon this topic was to just reminisce over some of the mistakes I've made in the past, think about them and write it down, But this seemed to be a little presumptuous, Cause not all lessons are supposed to be painful or a sorrow to be remembered.

Now, opening my mind to the lessons of the past, I feel lost. There are innumerable memories, thoughts and events, which my mind fails to classify whether they are really lessons or just plain old memory, and ironically, I think the first lesson lies there in itself. To recognize a lesson in its form.

Recently I’ve stumbled upon this attitude of not giving a single “f-word” (my apologies for the profanity)

I feel my decisions reflect this attitude of mine, given the fact that I've chosen a place like Bijapur well in all proves that my city has matched the type of vibe I wish to announce. But on the other side of the situation we have a medical degree which requires and individual to give the most amount of f’S He actually has to spend.

So given the fact that I’ve already Diverted of the topic and effectively put myself in an existential Crisis at the moment, I would like to defer back to the topic.

Midnight Mayhem, the perfect description for past lessons, cause at the end of the day all these lessons flood us at midnight itself

Lessons don’t necessarily mean that you won't repeat them in the future, they're just a plain reminder of the mistakes you’ve made.

I don’t really believe past lessons really build us In a particular way, I just feel that they might just be the sail of our yacht

On this note, I would like to end this essay on a very distracted and deferred note

Thank You