If you knew that there is 99% chance of getting your heart
broken, why still give out all your heart and soul?
Lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of memes and other posts
about how horrible the lives of med students are. Though sometimes they sound
depressing, most of them are pretty funny… So painfully funny because they are
undeniably true (unfortunately). Some really happy people (and research) say
laughter is the best medicine so what the heck right?
Go ahead. Make fun of
(y)our misery. There’s no better thing to do about it anyway. Lol.
Anyway, it made me think that being a med student is like
being a masochistic, lovesick puppy dog. Yep. Pretty much.
Before you applied for your dream medschool, I bet you had
an idea of how difficult medschool
will be. Now that I think about it, medschool application is kind of a hassle
but it’s probably the easiest part. Everything else after was just a blur. Jk.
First day of being a legit med student is like telling your
Forever Crush about your feelings (after stalking him/her for like… forever).
There you were… Standing proud in whites, feeling the
butterflies brushing against the mucosa of your stomach, and having just the
right angst to convince yourself (and your classmates) you do belong here. At
the same time, you’ve never been more eager to learn, excited to dissect a
cadaver, freaked to discuss legit medical cases. THIS IS IT PANCIT! Time to
make pabibo!
Confessing your love is more or less like that. Right?
Convinced that you look decent enough and hopeful that your crush won’t resist
(too much), you just go for it! Armed with a basket of dark chocolate and your
witty, a little corny but cute speech, you tell Crush that you’re madly,
deeply, crazy. Oh right, and you’re in love. Perhaps, ask for a date? Because…
THIS IS IT PANCIT!!
First Year Med. Everything is
tested—intellectual ability, physical wellness, and emotional stability. ALREADY.
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
You’re slowly turning into a zombie
like everybody else. They were not kidding. You’re lucky to have three hours of
sleep a day. Sometimes, you just have to rely on caffeine. Pray that somehow it
will work its magic and keep you alive for the whole day. Oh, and goodbye
social life outside medschool. Readings come and go (nope, they don’t go away,
they just come to you like it never ends). Exhausted trying to absorb all the
medical terms and lectures they feed you for the day (talk about information
overload), you go home, and study your ass off for the night. And still, you
barely pass the exams. Worse is, it has become a cycle, and you feel like no
matter how hard you try, you can’t get out. Feels like you are bound to fail
but you do it anyway.
You start to doubt yourself. You
would want to quit but you won’t. You can’t. You shouldn’t. Because that’s not
what you really want. You can’t quit on your dream!
You struggle, you cry, and then you
try again.
Just like chasing love… (or someone
for that matter who won’t love you back for some stupid reason)
You do everything and get nothing.
You get nothing. No response whatsoever. You try and try and try. You put soooo
much effort. Every bit of you is on the line. Still nothing. You’re heartbroken
and you know you will just get your heart broken over and over again yet you
still try anyway. Not because you’re fond of the pain or you’re so used to it,
you don’t mind anymore.. It’s because you knew someday, somehow, you’ll get the
love you deserve. And it’s gonna be worth it. All the pain will be worth it. So
you can’t just quit. You don’t quit.
You struggle, you cry, and then you
try again.
And now we still have, three? four?
five? ten years more, even? More years of hardships and unrequited love. More
heartbreaks for every exam we fail and every person who walks away. More alone
coffee dates, sleepless nights and buckets of tears (and weight gain </3)…
More failures and little triumphs... And that’s okay. Take time to heal and
recover. Still be at your best. For your dream. Because it’s worth it.
I’m 99% certain that I will have my heart broken along the
way as I reach for my dream. But that 1% is good enough to always keep me
trying. I know it’s going be worth it.
Lastly, some wise words from a wise guy to help you keep going <3
(c) msenchantedsays.blogspot.com
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