First of all, thanks for a "squalid' Icebreaker skirmish.(Cant stop giggling....)

This quietude manifested as I washed the night off me, then as hollow a returned soldier as I was, searching for remembrances to reflect on.

Months ago I was hesitating about commiting into Medicine, somehow I'm not as passionate as one who:
Anonymous: Hey dude, your life ends by today.
Fanatic: What? I'm going to hug the medical journals and die in the IMU library ...
But 2 hours ago we were this bunch of loons drenching in puddles, yearning for the craziest fun the night could offer as if it was the last. And this clincher struck me when we were smiling at each other's grubby face:
'It might be the end only because a new life is dawning ahead.'

And only to the most cherished moments you feel, how nearly they might not even have the prospect to be missed.
I might have missed patting a groupmate's back, I might have missed my dirtiest, I might have missed the loudest cheers, I might have missed the orientation, I might have missed group 13, I might have missed the medical school.

And someday after the orientation ends we're going to hug our Senior OOs, before we give the firmest pat on each other's back, and move on.
Then there'll be dirtier body fluids, there might be despondences when we find neither hugs nor pats on our backs.

But this mutual moment will be an anchorage, a beginning that says: there's no ending to life in this journey of which we're all willing to search for much more than life itself could give.