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The Maiden
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Thursday, December 09, 2004
Small dreams
I spent most of yesterday trying to figure out if medicine would show me the world the way I want. Not that I am regretting my choice. School is great fun. Classmates are easy to mingle with, occasional trips to the hospital are both thought-inspiring and motivational, and mugging has never easier. I doubt I've been happier or more out-spoken than I am these days. Yet sometimes I find myself yearning for more. Nothing wrong with that, apart from the fact that they'll never be found in the life of a medical personnel. I knew the profession I wanted to take up for a very long time. But I had kept it under wraps, especially with my pathetic grades in school. Only a couple of times had I intentionally let slip that little secret, during which I never got much of any peer-encouragement. Too many people didn't believe I would make it through the selection process. Even I doubted myself. Henceforth it was a surprise when the verdict came. That, together with the disbelief the others tried hard to hide. It was a dream come through, and the embarkment of several more great ones. It didn't seem adequate anymore, just being able to interact with the patients, or given the mandate to heal. There came the need to master the other dialects and languages, and the wish to be an outstanding physician. So in the new excitment, the other smaller dreams faded away. Several times I toyed with the idea of going into hotel management should I fail in my quest to become a doctor. That would have entitled me the opportunity to meet people as they truely are. Not just ailing and frail and out-of-character patients on the hospital beds. Or I could venture into business and finance, bury myself in its dynamic nature and jet-set around the the world on business trips. Perhaps I would try out marketing, develop whatever creativity I possess, and design some beautiful adverts. And now that the workload in school is slowly dwindling down, I find myself yearning for those dreams I have already decided to forsake. I still want to travel. I wish that medicine is more dynamic. I wonder if I'll be able to churn out beautiful things. But of course, I'll stick with the decision i made. I will make a good doctor. The maiden spoke at 11:50 PM
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