It’s forty-eight minutes past nine in the PM here but I do not know what time it is in my life. I am sure many of us do not. But does that surprise me? Not as much as it amuses me. We meticulously plan every milestone and every goal, leaving no stingy space for the unseen circumstances, and when the sun does not rise over them, we dedicate our days to brooding moods and the nights to sad songs and almost every moment to self-doubt. It’s the truth – we have all been there.
It’s really tiring, though. It is very tiring.
We give up fighting and we give up not fighting. And then there comes a defeated acceptance for what is and what is to come. And, of course, what was.
Graduating from a medical school is never enough – there is a long, long journey ahead. Whether you choose the FCPS pathway, or you opt to fly away to the UK or U.S.A., it all requires hard work, dedication, sacrifices, and carries its own set of unique challenges. And more than an ounce of good luck. This leaves us all to deal with a state of uncertainty that we had foolishly not foreseen. And its time to deal with that.
Neither one of us knows what the future holds. And we never will, that is the only we thing we are sure of. But as we trudge along these treacherous shores, we ought to look down again and again and admire the beauty of the pebbles under our feet, the sound of life in the waves sweeping over them, the salt in the sand sticking to our faces, and the color-changing roof above us. Like an alarm clock reminder that we keep snoozing because we want to sleep in just a little more till we have got absolutely no choice but to get up and add some fun to the mundanity of an otherwise ordinary day made special by the warmth of friends and family, and friends who become family.
I can only hear the echoes of the footsteps I shall take. And I shall continue to tick off the days from the calendar with my faithful old, black pen, and my find my Way back to how it all started.
“What’s my purpose?” asked Rabbit.
“There are many flowers in the forest.” said Bear. “They all bloom in their own time.”
Photo Credit: ©Tara Shannon, 2020