purpose?
does it ever cross your mind that you are doing what you are supposed to be doing with your life? do you ever wonder if you majored in theatre instead of finance where it would lead you? or if you moved to seattle on a whim?
i wish i knew where these thoughts come from, but i always find myself self-evaluating my current situation and where i am in this young life of mine. of course, it is never too late to change what you are doing with your life. never. i don't care if i'm 94 and i want to be in a movie, i will try and put myself in a situation that would give me every opportunity to accomplish that goal.
am i making sense?
no.
just rambling.
it just makes me wonder why He put me here. why now. why here. why this profession and why this atmosphere. i'm glad i'm not in charge. i wouldn't do a very good job and i would probably end up screwing something up.
what led me to study to medicine? was there some sort of intestinal fortitude that made me like gruesome facts about the body better than the Dow Jones? why are we so different from one another?
or are we just so similar?
is there a certain reason why all of us didn't become doctors or artists or stock brokers? sure. i'm almost positive the balance in the world would be obsolete.
life. He knows my every move and my every step. He knew that i would apply to vanderbilt; He knew that i would get accepted; He knew that i would eventually move to texas (Lord, have mercy); and He knew that an amazing man would enter my life.
shouldn't there be a manual for this? a manual that we could read before we left the womb. i know it would have helped me out...a lot.
life. death. life leads to death. i'm sure this isn't going to come as a shock to you, but i'm not a real big fan of death. it doesn't sit very well with me. and, i know what you're thinking..."well, it doesn't sit too well with me either, boo!" in my 24 young years on this earth, i have seen more death that could probably fill up 20 people's lifetimes. i am in the trauma room every day and i witness families being broken apart by death. i sit there motionless, emotionless. a few hours later, it hits me like a brick. i self evaluate my life, my parents' lives, my brother's life, my sister's life, my fiance's life, and i could go on and on.
where is the happiness? sure, we could sit here all day and say that there is a certain weird level of happiness with death, but i guarantee you, happiness is not the first emotion that people feel when they lose someone.
i miss my family. i miss them more than words can describe. i admire my mom. she left her home country; her entire family to give us a better future; a better life. i'm not sure i have that strength. if i have heroes, they are my parents. they put their wants/desires/life goals on hold the minute we were born. i guess that is what parenthood is all about.
i wonder...will i be a good mama? will i be able to raise my kids in a healthy, Catholic, stimulating, intelligent, loving environment? will they grow up to respect and love us as we have loved our parents? i take care of teenagers every day who have either failed at an attempted suicide, suffered injuries from a drug-induced car crash, or sustained a gun shot wound from trying to rob a convenience store. it discourages you about the youth of this country and what i will leave this country to when i am finally with my Maker.
how do you know that you are fulfilled? does a light switch go off? does a warm, fuzzy feeling come over you? i have a feeling most people in this world walk around self-convincing themselves that they are content with the way their life has played out when in reality, i'm sure they would change some of the decisions they had made, or not made.
i guess it all comes down to trust. i have to trust in Him. if i try to analyze every move i had made or that i think i will make, i will drive myself crazy. He knows what He is doing. if He didn't, then I wouldn't be here right now. none of us would.
thank you for your patience with me. i am very difficult to handle and even more difficult to understand. but, then again, you already knew that. ilyL.
g'night mate.