"You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."
Monday, December 26, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Expressions from within
Hello fellow readers, though I'm quite sure there are none by now since technology has advanced and our precious time has taken a toll on us as individuals, guiding us both in and towards much more fascinating aspects of the very subject 'Life'. That being subjective, my objective in even attempting to restart the blogging habit or craze is to keep track of myself. Have you ever felt like you happen to be drowning in a pool of thoughts in the middle of the day, then you snap out of it and you notice that you are aimless and have no idea what it is that you actually are passionate about? Maybe you have..maybe you have yet to reach such a stage.
For those of you who are able to relate, I am going to be honest here. I am aimless. How do I tell my parents that I actually am interested in doing Mass Communication. Dealing with people is almost my means of bread and butter. No, not in the sense of income but more of the way of life. My parents would probably kill me because I don't seem to be interested in Chemistry, Biology or even Physics. What am I supposed to do? Who do I run to? I have so much of passion for writing it doesn't seem to be a funny thought anymore. I love how people are able to articulate emotions, using words. I have no burning desire to walk into the hospital everyday to visit random sick patients. My own immunity is so low that I am even able to catch fever, which by the way, happens to be an individuals own body response towards viruses or infections.
But then again, I love medicine...I mean it's probably weird that I wouldn't mind being left alone in a hospital at all because I honestly do enjoy it. I have a major passion for talking to people and relating to them..but I'd like very much to be able to save lives if I could. For me, the best part of being in a hospital is probably dealing with the medications and the instruments.. and HELLO?! Love for pathology much.. Is it strange that a girl likes dissecting cadavers? I LOVE IT. Can't wait to get my hands on one. =)
Help..
For those of you who are able to relate, I am going to be honest here. I am aimless. How do I tell my parents that I actually am interested in doing Mass Communication. Dealing with people is almost my means of bread and butter. No, not in the sense of income but more of the way of life. My parents would probably kill me because I don't seem to be interested in Chemistry, Biology or even Physics. What am I supposed to do? Who do I run to? I have so much of passion for writing it doesn't seem to be a funny thought anymore. I love how people are able to articulate emotions, using words. I have no burning desire to walk into the hospital everyday to visit random sick patients. My own immunity is so low that I am even able to catch fever, which by the way, happens to be an individuals own body response towards viruses or infections.
But then again, I love medicine...I mean it's probably weird that I wouldn't mind being left alone in a hospital at all because I honestly do enjoy it. I have a major passion for talking to people and relating to them..but I'd like very much to be able to save lives if I could. For me, the best part of being in a hospital is probably dealing with the medications and the instruments.. and HELLO?! Love for pathology much.. Is it strange that a girl likes dissecting cadavers? I LOVE IT. Can't wait to get my hands on one. =)
Help..
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