Med Life Crisis

What makes medlyf crazy is its emotional hung ups. Yup we heal but mostly we are the ones who are wounded. To heal, you have to sacrifice not to feel every emotion. To function, you have to make up a good front. To stand, you have to reeveluate yourself over and over again.

So why did I chose this kind of life? I don’t know either. I guess some masochist in me just dictates so. I guess some noble man in me bugs me to contribute something to the community. Or does the ambitious in me tells me to soar up high. Even reason can’t pronounce its purpose.

I am nomad in this world. My home isn’t left to one place but to various places and experiences. I learn from people  and as selfish as it can be I take a piece of them to my abode, myself. That is my adventure and I view med life as one.

I am inlove to whom I can’t be sure of. Is it compassion and sacrifice? I guess so. To love isn’t mere happiness with the fancy flowers and boxed chocolates. To love or to be inlove is to walk to that endless road of sacrifice. To work my ass out day-in, day-out to survive is my so called med life. Its something i love.

So it has become countless and nonetheless pointless often times but it is meant. I am to do so because I am capable. I bleed but I heal. I feel but I heal. I human but I heal. It is worth it.

Meredith Grey.. "they make it hard on purpose ‘coz there are lives in our hands…" –> Grey’s Anatomy