The Point of No Return: Capped, Pinned and Candle-lit

By this time, I can no longer stop nor switch courses. Yes I was capped. I now wore a pin on me. They even lit the candle in my hands. By this time, I can start calling myself a NURSE. I didn't want this. I wished to be someone under varieties of different kind of complexities. Someone who faces a man with a hammer with a secretary who types each word that is explicated by any member in a room; someone who wears a black suit and declares statements with or without his own will. But I guess, such chance would never ever come in my way. And now I'm here, there's no turning back. I tried to fail but still succed. Is that a failure? Or an opportunity that I may be a great help in this profession. Life come in its bitterest way, but still, I have to engulp each bits and pieces it gives. I'm not happy nor sad. But clearly, this is not what I want. For the better of the most, and the happiness of the countless, I'm willing to pursue what I've started until I reach the rightful dosage of success intitiated for me.