Amputations

One of the very last few options a doctor (or at least a good one) will ever resort to - to amputate. And there's good reason why we leave it up to them to decide. The average man in the street would lack the experience, knowledge and presence of mind to make the call when it's necessary. Most of the time, doctors are left with no choice but to suggest amputation - better the surgical removal of a gangrenous limb than the endangering of the whole.

So then we worry less when it comes to medical affairs. And it is also when we move on to personal affairs that it is most strikingly obvious, that we could do with a lot more experience, knowledge and presence of mind.

I am at a sudden loss of verbosity, so forgive the lack of gracefulness in the way my words flow today. I think, that if you have just gone through a break-up, you need to make some hard decisions, and fast. Pessimistic and cynical though the above advice might ring, the truth is, very few breakups manage to weld back as seamlessly as the ones in movies do. Most of the time, one partner is left hanging, and it is in limbo that one endures the most.

At some point in time you just have to scoop up all the broken dreams, shattered hopes and move on. You can be sentimental, yes, and when you're sixty you can still reminisce and sigh wistfully everytime you pass by the place where you first kissed her. But if you're sixty, and instead of just treasuring the memories you're still pursuing the elusive maiden who's now a grandma with a brood that's not yours, you're not sentimental, you're mental.

I might be wrong, yes. Maybe this life of ours really should be spent in painful pursuit of whatever our initial dreams enticed us with. Maybe when you agonize after months and months, and finally regain that lost love, do you find that she's truly worth it all.

But then again, I might be right. This time, I doubt there'll be doctors around to help.