Evening Thoughts

Hi lovely readers, its pretty amazing how my life wasn't that bad. Yes i agree, there were times when things went all wrong but when you recall back, your happy moments outweigh your bad moments, that is something you should be thankful for.

Yesterday, my friends and i had a chit chat about our past life and what are we going to do with our future. It suddenly became a very emotional session where we felt like tears streaming down our cheeks and we were out of breath. Being a doctor is such an honor job in this world if you really do what a doctor supposed to do. But i don't know why, I felt like i don't rank a doctor as high as i ranked it when i was in the secondary school. Nevertheless, i still you know, still living in this medical field because doing something good is what I search for in this world. Helping people is the best thing you can do.

Life in a med-school wasn't easy. I almost give up so many times. Every day is so packed with things and its like you have no life. (but i do have life) Lets put that aside, even though i messed up my life, when i get a compliment on something i did, all the sadness and the burdens gone. When your efforts are acknowledged, it feels so (i don't know how to describe it). The feeling is like when a patient says thank you to you when all you did was, watch the patient die because he knew that you've tried your best to save him. I want to be a doctor who loves her patients as much as she loves herself. Ya Allah, please guide me through my journey until i meet you in Jannah.

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