Certain things in life are not cultivated;
they either exist or they don’t. I feel my penchant to become a Surgeon had
been an ordeal of my ultimate destiny, and I carried this as a part of my
Kismet. I suffered my own share of ups and downs in the pebbly ride of my
professional voyage; yes, I used to feel less jinxed during the gall-filled
moments that could have overpowered someone with fewer proclivities to
accomplish a defined aim. No one is blessed the Godspeed just like that; one
has to earn every pie of it.
Since my early college days, I had always
been so excited to see myself as a Surgeon that I used to work very hard to
have a firm grasp of my subjects. Had I not been innately motivated to wear the
white coat one fine day, chances are ripe that a stumble upon could have sucked
on my energies and I would have either not succeeded in my profession, or would
have changed my profession altogether. I had a pretty normal college life. I
also used to feel bogged down at times by the work burden , but then the next
moment, when I started to realize that these are the stepping stones of me
being ushered into the league of Surgeons, all the associated uncertainties and
boredom used to thwart away.
Sweat is, at times, pricier than blood; I
have always given it my one hundred percent whenever something required hard
work and dedication in my professional realms; yes, there had been this driving
force that I had to be the best, and it worked most of the times. The
‘hurry-hurry’ person eats goat; the one who takes his or her time eats beef.
Even to this day, I don’t consider myself to be a veteran; every day is a day
to learn something new, and that is precisely the beauty of a mind captivated
by surgical sciences.
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