Ankis Identity

A good friend of mine once gave me a poem which read:

Everyday's a perfect gift of time for us to use. Hours waiting to be filled in any way we choose. Each morning brings a quiet hope that rises with the sun. Each evening brings the sweet content that comes with work well done.

At first I was bewildered having no clue what this poem meant. Is the poet referring to the times we spend wasting away where perhaps a job could allow us an opportunity to progress or is simply stating the fact that with a job comes greater contentment? Unsure what its inner meaning was somehow figured that it has something to do with my day at work. As some of you may know my interest to become a doctor has made my summer job applications anything and everything concerning the medical world. Wheatear in a dark room investigating some new drugs or working with people in a hospital lobby, anything that had the smallest link to the medicine is what i applied for. After 55 job applications, only two choices reminded! That was working with Human rights or Working with the elderly. Seeing how mostly, i like spending time with friends and family i decided to go for the social job (human rights had more brief encounters). So now I'm working in Vallentuna, a 40 min ride from my house which isn't that bad, with the elderly. Having worked little over a week now, I'm starting to miss my vacation. The long sleep in mornings, the endless things to do, the junk food needed to be consumed involved a great deal of more fun. Instead I am up at dawn, ok maybe not that early indeed, to help people which sometimes aren't very grateful. This is the point where you wonder was getting a job all worth it in the end? But then comes the end of the labor day and right when you think the day cannot end fast enough someone comes up or someone just speaks up to tell you how much they appreciate all the help. That's when you realize today I accomplished work well done.

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