Stalactites and stalagmites form gradually over time, with each drop of water bringing yet another dissolved microgram of calcified material that shall some day build a mighty pillar of rock, hanging dagger-like over the tourists who dare to behold its timeless wonder.
Doctors are made, not born. With each passing lecture, tutorial, seminar, practical, dissection one is imbued with that immortal spirit that shapes our final destiny. Yet each day brings a new trial, the temptation to give up and slide off the high and narrow tracks, down the embankment onto a pleasant patch of grass to take a nap - to rest - to slumber - for a while.
Life is tiring, work is hard, the fruits of effort yield the seeds of tomorrow's results. Onwards. To the horizon.
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