My Noble Pursuit: Medicine
I had once been at the verge of giving up my dream to be a doctor of medicine, and it was a time when I was diagnosed Mitral Valve Prolapse. It's a stupid reason to give up, but if you looked up to doctors the same way I did, you would understand. Doctors, to me, were the epitome of perfection. They were unscathed by the blood that splattered on their coats, unwavered by the horror of the emergency room and untouched by the antigens that occupied every inch of their work fields. To me, medicine was the noble profession that made one an invincible hero bringing about miracles to the victims of our dangerous world. Not the complete opposite. I was born with a defective heart, and I realized that I was never going to be "perfect". By discovering the defect, I suddenly lost faith in what I could do. I further justified the reason by telling my parents that I think I'm better off working as a researcher and a teacher instead because even if I continue pursuing medicin...