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I've been thinking a lot about the status of my life and the meaning of it all. Why am I here doing what I'm doing? Why did I take the route I took to get here? Why? Just why?
And today I had a momentary revelation. It may be meaningless, but I'm hopeful. Perhaps I am here sitting alone in my parents' den with only one friend to speak of and not a whole lot of prospects in a 200-mile radius because in order to prepare for medical school, I need to be the person I was in high school. I need to be the person everyone likes but no one loves. I need to be the person who has more or less no social life. Because, when the time comes for me to enter medical school, I need to be cutthroat again. I need to passionately care about kicking ass again. I need to reinvigorate that passion within me again. It hasn't been there since high school. But, I've also had a completely different take on life since then. A take on life, in fact, that just wouldn't cut it in medical school.
This starts today. Today I'm getting serious about what matters. I had the times I had so that I can look back on them fondly and not feel like I missed out on my life. Now, though, it's time to create the life I want for myself. It's time to get my ducks in a row and stop being nostalgic for a time that is no longer. This is the best of what I have and I couldn't have done it straight out of Vanderbilt. I needed to adjust to being alone because, let's face it, medical school students, interns, residents, and doctors aren't known for their thriving social lives. Let's face it...
Here I go...
And today I had a momentary revelation. It may be meaningless, but I'm hopeful. Perhaps I am here sitting alone in my parents' den with only one friend to speak of and not a whole lot of prospects in a 200-mile radius because in order to prepare for medical school, I need to be the person I was in high school. I need to be the person everyone likes but no one loves. I need to be the person who has more or less no social life. Because, when the time comes for me to enter medical school, I need to be cutthroat again. I need to passionately care about kicking ass again. I need to reinvigorate that passion within me again. It hasn't been there since high school. But, I've also had a completely different take on life since then. A take on life, in fact, that just wouldn't cut it in medical school.
This starts today. Today I'm getting serious about what matters. I had the times I had so that I can look back on them fondly and not feel like I missed out on my life. Now, though, it's time to create the life I want for myself. It's time to get my ducks in a row and stop being nostalgic for a time that is no longer. This is the best of what I have and I couldn't have done it straight out of Vanderbilt. I needed to adjust to being alone because, let's face it, medical school students, interns, residents, and doctors aren't known for their thriving social lives. Let's face it...
Here I go...