Ranting Without a Purpose

The longer I sat there, the more sure of it I became.....

Motionless, I stared blankly at my Bioethics professor blab about the concept of Human Dignity behind the lecter's podium. As a blur of several powerpoint slides flashed on the white screen before me, the more sure I became...

This IS it.

THIS is the destiny I have been searching for.

For the past 21 (almost 22) miserable years of my life, I struggled with rebeliousness and with great difficulty against the awful reality that I was gonna have to be a physician whether I liked it or not. I tried to find my groove in all other fields... only to end up, where else, but back here again.

THIS is my Destiny.

To be trapped in a life with barely a sixteenth of it sleeping, half of it studying, and the remainder of it working in the hospital treating people I barely know instead of spending my free time at home with my family.

If I don't have a choice, then why do I keep complainin', right? What else to do but try to like it at the very least? Right?

Gimme a break. Ranting is ALL the pleasure I get out from it.