Every time I do this, I admit how cool it would be if I could do something like that at the end of my life before I apply to residency at a higher place. If the cancer isn't too debilitating that is.
I learnt long ago that life has an element of a rat race in it that cannot be ignored.
How many people truly consider their calling to the world when they think about the future? It's easier to climb up the ladder they can see, with all that beautiful career milestones. Prestigious titles.
I don't know how many people truly do research because they have a heart to change the world of medicine. It's apparent that some are interested primarily in getting papers published.
Because it's about KPI at the end of the day. And if you want to ignore that, look at Arsenal right now.
Life is not built entirely on dreams. We don't really do dreams here in Singapore. But deep down you know you need them, just that you don't often articulate them. You'd probably get stares.
Among the sea of realists I don't often see people who have retained that passion, the desire to live life at least a little as an adventure. I admit I'm not one of these people because in the years ahead I carry responsibility. So unless you count exams, housemanship, more exams and NS as an adventure, so...yea.
What is our dream? What are we here for?
To "change the world"? Whatever that meant as an 18 year old. To "serve the poor"? Though it is something more easily professed from the lips, and your political awakening may actually lead you to see their flaws. And some want to be missionaries, while some want to build clinics for the poor.
And I sincerely hope for these people's sake the vision doesn't get lost. For now I'll be happy going home knowing that I did my job competently. Gives you a good night's sleep.
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