11.5.10

I don't understand how people can stand to be doctors, with all the blood and guts and who knows what else.

I don't understand how people can choose to be police men or army men or any occupation where you may not come home, and you accept it as your way of life.

I don't understand how numbers can excite people to the point of becoming an accountant. How incredibly dull that seems.

And then I hear someone say, "I don't understand how you can enjoy poetry. Or write. I'd hate writing for a living. I hate writing. I'd rather not."

And then, suddenly, I understand all that I didn't.

-eg

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