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Change is inevitable, but in it all, it's still... Just me =)

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It's not nice.

It's not nice, when you say that we don't know what we're doing here in the district.
You don't understand, that we're just trying to do the best that we can, with what we have.

It's not nice, when you just do things according to your own free will, and not listen.
You don't understand, that experience counts.

It's not nice, when you fight with your boss, due to conflict of interests.
You don't understand, that respect for the elders, is still a regarded value.

It's not nice, when you give out medication and drugs just because it's the way you do it back home in the city.
You don't understand, that drugs and tools are expensive, and we don't have everything, and we have to save where we can.

It's not nice, when you expect things to be done, regardless of how.
You don't understand, what it feels like, when you have nothing to begin with, and what it means to be lacking.

It's not nice, when you, who was trained in the city, where you have resources to everything, insults us who chose to train instead in the rural.
You don't understand, the hardships we faced, and with it, makes us proud of who we are, and how we turned out to be.



Eating a piece of humble pie will help.

You need to stop fretting about how things are done here, and adapt.

Because that's how we did it.

And mind you, we still do the best to our abilities, and made the best decision that we can, at that point in time.

So suck it up.

Stop grumbling.




-jess, proud to be here-

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