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It is a search for identity.
if you need more mantras to ~soothe your spirit~, adamjk has them right here
i took mantras from people on twitter, then put them onto cheesy shit
Yep. Not a bad life indeed.
Mornings
Sometimes, I would still feel so tired and uninspired to even wake up in the morning. Sometimes I think that there is no other reason for me to wake up. I am no longer a student now. I'm just waiting for 2 weeks until classes in med school begin again. I'm so scared that this feeling would go on even after I graduate. I never thought that I would become this person who would have no friends to talk to. So pitiful I would say. But then I met this person who has this beautiful soul. Probably one of the most beautiful souls I have ever met. Suddenly I had a reason to get up...But I found out eventually that Im just like everybody for that person. I'm not his person. I'm no one's person now. Sad life.
Into the FEUture.
I want to catch dreams.
Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it.
(via poemsporn)
On Becoming a Doctor
Being a doctor has been my dream job ever since I was a kid. During that time, I wanted to become a doctor because I wanted to use the steths and wear a white coat. The reasons why I wanted to be a doctor grew in number as I grew older. In high school, I wanted to be one because I excelled in the sciences. Then when I was 16, my tita whom I called Mommy got sick and was diagnosed with a disease which led to a series of many other diseases. During that time, I wanted to be a doctor so I could help her get better and become healthy once again. She wanted to be a doctor herself but because she was too sick, she was not able to fulfill her dream, let alone her studies. So I promised myself that I would become a doctor for her. But she passed away just before my 18th birthday. But her dream for me lived on. In college, I joined an organization, The UPLB Genetics Society. It conducts medical missions every year. I was able to take part twice in that activity and during those times, as I watched the volunteer doctors do their remarkable work, I realized that my dream and my Mommy’s dream is not only our dream. It is also the dream of every person whom we will help in the future. Wanting to be a doctor is not only about the fancy white coat or your desire to help one person. It is a profession wherein I could also help others inside or outside the clinic, during or after clinic hours. :) Last May, I had participated in my third but most definitely not my last medical mission under our organization. This was held in Barangay Bagong Silang still in Los baños. In my first medical mission, I became a Sponsors Head and gathered as many sponsors for the event as possible. This time, I worked as Food and Awards Committee head which is probably more or less like my first designation, only much harder since it was my job to provide foods not only for the volunteer doctors but also for the entire organization as well. It was also my responsibility to find sponsors for the water supply for the dental and surgical part of the med mission, The awards (certificates and tokens for the doctors, volunteers, and the barangay itself) were also under my responsibility. Of course I could not do these tasks alone and I thank those who had helped me especially in the Food part (those who helped buy the ingredients and those who helped cook the food for the Genes). In the event itself, I also helped in the vitals check up of the patients and I checked whether their blood pressure is within the normal range. This is important to check whether these patients may or may not undergo teeth extraction in the dental part. The med mission was very tiring and the weatherthat day was also not that good. But the lack of sleep, hunger, and fatigue were nothing compared to the fulfillment that I had felt while looking at the grateful expression on the faces of the people we helped. There is this warm feeling whenever I help those in dire need. This is the reason now. This is why I wanted to be a doctor.
A violin cover of Lyn’s My Destiny (OST of My Love From Another Star)
S U N s e t
Sun walked all summer long Under the orange tinted sky Not minding the fervent heat he himself blazons Still walked on and on, and even ran Even when Earth got tired To let her life revolve around him
Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Initium finis
It is definitely hard to start from scratch when I decided to leave everything behind and cut all ties with the ones I had trusted and loved the most. It was hard at first. Having no other friends whom I could entrust my innermost thoughts and secrets with. I once had many friends. But I later realized that having too many friends also equaled to having no friends at all. Most of them wouldn’t be true to you. I had decided to keep my circle as small as possible. I’d say “Quality over quantity”, still.
This is not the end of everything. I know deep down that this is just the start. Someone once told me that you’d never be able to grow up without losing people in your life.
During the last three years of my life I had imprisoned myself inside the jail of dependency and cynicism with myself as the warden. It was when I was too suffocated to even breathe life that I realized how much I was missing. I realized that the key to my freedom depends on the same person I am staring at every night when I brush my hair in front of the mirror. It’s me. It’s still me. And it always will be me.
One thing I learned as I slowly strip this shroud of weakness away from my liberated body and soul was this: life has many endings and beginnings in store for us. We should never be afraid to start all over again.