Passion is a funny thing. As is my rather persistent habit of beginning articles with sentences that contain less than ten words.
And already I am off-topic. Can I get a do-over?
Yes, passion is a funny thing. I was never sure if I really believed in passion, truth be told. Or at least not in a vocational sense. Yes, one can do something without thinking and I suppose that could be called an act of passion, but can you really be enthused about something to such an extent that it is all you want from life?
I always thought it was a term used by the dramatics, invented simply to outdo those with less vocal emotions. I mean, is my friend’s ‘passion’ for music really more intense than my run-of-the-mill love for it? Can one really be passionate about Greek mythology? And don’t even get me started on passion fruit. Did the person who discovered that seriously have that much affection towards it?
But then, I had a dream. This isn’t some sort of invigorating update on old MLK’s speech, I really did have a dream. Last night, I dreamt that I needed surgery. I was happily chatting away to the pre-op nurses when I requested to be awake for my appendectomy. And as my subconscious would have it, I did. I watched it happen on a tiny monitor as the epidural anaesthetic inhibited me from feeling any pain.
Now, I know a lot of you would be terrified out of your wits if you dreamt that. Forget dreams, that is the stuff of nightmares, right? So why is it that I woke up with a broad grin on my face? Well, because that was one of the best dreams I ever had.
That isn’t to say that my dreams are so horrific that this is the best I could hope for. I woke up this morning enthralled, because I knew that I’d chosen the right path. Every minute of my life, conscious or not, is coated in medical science. That, of course, is my dream. I want nothing more than to spend my days fixing people, making their lives that little bit easier, ensuring that they have the best quality of life available to them. That, coupled with my endless fascination with the human body, led me directly to medicine’s lap, and that is all I want to do and all I ever will do.
I decided when I was young that I didn’t want a job where my main objective was to make money. I didn’t want to crunch numbers or sell baked goods. They tell you to do the thing that makes you happy, and the thing that makes me happy is seeing other people happy. So, medicine was highlighted for me from a young age, and now it’s just around the corner.
But as a child, it was just a career choice. Something to tell my PSE teacher, something to mould my GCSE choices around. Now, it couldn’t be anything further away than ‘just a career’. Now, it’s my life. It’s my passion, it’s the one thing I live and breathe. If I was told that studying medicine was out of reach, I’d be lost. I don’t know what I’d do without it now. Yes, this is a little dramatic. But by no means is it an act.
Everyone says it’s important to have goals, and I agree whole-heartedly. I think that if there’s something you really want to do, you should follow it until it consumes you entirely. If you haven’t found what you want to do, then you should look for it. I didn’t believe in passion until it found me, and now I can’t imagine a life without it.
That was really cheesy, so I’m not going to end with that. Instead, enjoy this video of a crime-fighting cat, courtesy of RageNineteen of the YouTube clan.