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viewing a youth in love, not only that nature. This doctor has felt
the sting of death, death of his innocent and new perception of the
world. He now cannot even enjoy the simple splendor of a youth in
love as pure and natural. A captain of a steamboat and a physician
are not very similar people in profession. Yet, both have to know the
details of their specimen and must know how to navigate each body
precisely.
Each body they deal with is unique, whether it is a body of
water or the delicate human body. When you become familiar with
the exquisiteness of both, they produce not even a mild thrill for
you. The horrors that can be produced by both bodies, and
committed against other life are not shocking at all anymore. A
physician begins to see every change or difference in an individuals
condition as a possible sign of disaster, negatively and
pessimistically viewing the reality of his world through the eyes of
his profession. Soon there after, a mild breeze no longer warms the
soul of a captain but raises hairs of the neck, in fear of impending
doom. Contempt for what was once a passion begins. The steamboat
captain and the physician were not aware of the fact that ignorance
was bliss. If it were possible, Twains character would have probably
gone back to the simple understanding of this river he once had.
Now a professional will struggle to face the fact that the thrill
of life is sometimes its unpredictability and the adventure of
exploring the unknown. After staring at the same open space full of
solitude and charm, you can slowly see what is on the other side of
that beauty. Once you have had to face the dread that lies in wait,
which is the nature of natural things, the horror that you once could
have ignored is now clear. You view your surroundings not as boring
or beautifully alluring but as disdainfully gruesome. Good moments
in recollection converts into corrupted pictures of what once was.
This is the cycle of conversance and its fatigue, but what makes it
worse is not what is lost. What is most hurtful is the actuality that it
was your choice, your voracity and lust, in all likelihood, glutton of
pleasure.
Now, all that you can get for knowing your profession is
nothing compared to the priceless and illusive excitement that you
once felt. It had monetary and professional value, but you expect
that as the unknown became familiar it would be a benefit to you,
from your hard work and effort. Although, a profession is usually not
as much of a choice, but more of a convenience, if your passion and
peaceful feelings can be adjoined, you have a recipe for unrestrained
happiness. It is possible in general, to feel this way for a lifetime.
On the other hand, the main character should not be thought
of as only fatigued with same scenery. Nature is not the same; the
river is constant changing. Seasons come and go bring new sprouts
in the passing years, they turn into towering trees, with new
channels developing in the river continuously. The scenery is always
evolving. This fact shows it took something greater than
acquaintance to transform the main characters view. What was so
peace invoking became painfully numbing to the senses. It seemed