I told my friend, "i wanna be a chef. :|" in a joking-yet-not-joking way.
"FOLLOW YOUR HEART! Bwahaha! I just realized how medicine makes you realize how there's so much more you want to do. I mean, not necessarily in a bad way that makes you want to quit, but parang you want to have your cake and eat it too if you know what I mean. :p"
When my friend replied to me... I didn't know what to say. It has been bugging me since the end of first sem. It felt as if I really don't like what I'm doing right now. The passion isn't there.
I don't want to tell people about it because they'd just think it's one of those phases that every med student goes through. But I know it's not. It's hard to reconcile two things that are totally on different ends of the spectrum. I just need to find my passion for this.
This is the problem with wanting to achieve so many things... you become a jack of all trades and a master of nothing. But who cares... at least i'm multi-talented. beh!