by Danielle Lee

Created on: November 18, 2009   Last Updated: November 19, 2009

Watching each raindrop land ever so brazenly against the window pane in his office, David observed how each teardrop of rain seemed to cling desperately to it's temporary and fleeting existence. Every tiny droplet adhering itself so eloquently to the transparent wall of glass. Then, without warning, the cohesion in which the water molecules had just begun to trust, suddenly releases it's grasp sending the glistening bead cascading downward.

Like a tear gliding gently down the tender slope of a lover's cheek and plummeting off the jaw line cliff. The raindrops seemed to surrender themselves willingly to the collective ocean of droplets below.

David stared mindlessly as each droplet succumbed to it's destiny in the tiny puddle at the base of the windowsill. Like tiny lemmings leaping off the cliff simply because all the others preceding them set the destination.

Every so often, one droplet would land on the glass exactly the same way as it's thousands of siblings, but instead of resigning to it's seemingly predestined fate, it would suddenly veer off course and land elsewhere, creating it's own small, but unique puddle.

In the midst of his quiet surveillance, he was reminded of a philosophical quote that he'd once heard, something like

If you were a droplet of water placed into the ocean, would you be able to pull yourself back out? It conveyed to him an overview of society and how it ensnares you into it's grand illusion, assimilating you, then leaving you to flounder as some unidentified fish, unsure as to whether you could even exist without the school.

He questioned whether anyone could ever truly be a single awareness, all their own thoughts, feelings and beliefs or if being born into the ocean of mass consciousness leaves you completely at the will of the tides.

He smiled in spite of himself, small wrinkles forming at the sides of his compassionate blue eyes, recalling his nickname in university, Socrates, though often jokingly pronounced, So Crates. Many of the med students teased him incessantly over his obsessive philosophical and brooding nature.

Chuckling to himself, crossing his arms and sighing deeply, he absentmindedly rested his forehead against the cool window pane. Watching the tiny droplets do their perilous dive into the pooling abyss, he wondered wistfully if he was the rebellious droplet forging a new path or simply a lost teardrop in the smothering ocean.

Dr. Blake please report to emergency Dr. Blake. a nurse's tired voice echoed over the intercom, snapping David out of his abstract daydream.

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