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And all of our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. [Macbeth's Last Monologue ♥]

Losing control. No one likes it, but for a surgeon there's nothing worse: it is sign of weakness, of not being capable to make it.  Though, there are moments in which you don't really can't make without, in which the world stops turning and you realize that neither your little, tiny, shining bistoury, this time, could really save you. As one might care to avoid it, sometimes, you fall... and it scares you!!!! Unless your falling into the deep won't become the opportunity by your friends for catching and save you.