I wanted to start up writing this blog again about medical school and my experiences here, but I'm not sure if I'll ever get there because being in medical school is more than just about the classes, the books, the tests. (I apologize in advance because this post is probably going to be very poorly written! I'm just spilling some thoughts..)
Probably one of the most difficult things in life is when you are very passionate about something, very very passionate. And you share these passions with people who are very important to you, very very important. And the difficulty arises when your thoughts don't mean anything to that person, no matter how hard you try and no matter how important you are to that person. When it comes down to it, there is a reason it's my own thought or my own strong belief and why it's not someone else's. Everyone has their own beliefs and passions, and sometimes they are more important than your own. And that is something I have to learn to live with, to learn how to take backseat; to learn that what I believe in is not a priority. Except learning how to do that is pretty painful. You tell those people how important they are to you, and they tell you the same. You share so much together, you feel connected, you feel like you respect one another to the point where those passions are important. Yet no matter what you do, sometimes what you say will never be of importance to them; they will always forget it; they will never do anything different; they will disregard you and brush you aside like all of those conversations you had together had no meaning. It hurts to be pushed back there, into a place of resentment, into a place the other people are afraid to open because they will end up hating you.
Funny thing is, at least in a car, I always prefer backseat.
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