when the weekend comes, so comes the dread of the impending work week.
how ironic that when we're happy we're never really, truly happy for fear of what's to come niggling the back of our minds.
why do we always feel the need to pay for our happiness and instead of just accepting it as it is...a gift.
a gift from life, a gift from God.
spent the last few days with some people who matter to me. my housemate just came back from his medical mission trip and it was good to spend time just talking to him. expressing our everchanging views and expectations of life and of ourselves.
how many of us can truly say that we know exactly what we want to do in life? we're doctors, him and i. but we've come to a point where we don't know whether we really want to do this for the rest of our lives. 'tis a noble calling, no one can doubt...but is it OUR calling? we all start out with high hopes and dreams of saving lives and caring for those who need it. but the reality of it, we're just a highly paid garbage clean up crew. we clean up the mess people make of their lives. either by cutting them open and fixing them up, or by dosing them with massive amounts of drugs that whacks out their system. are we really helping? i don't rightly know.
i've got to find more things to make my life more fulfilling because this isn't cutting it. noble or not, this calling takes a lot of perseverance.
1 comment:
It does help. And most importantly, you give hope to people, ease their pain and prolong their mortality/ give them a dignified death.
What you are doing is important and meaningful.
As long as it is not for own interest (power or glory or status) it is still a noble job.
Thank you for choosing to be doctor, because it is not an easy road and it is a lifelong commitment.
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