Stuck in the middle .

Photo by Adam Birkett on Unsplash

My life hangs in the balance; there are two paths in front of me, and I don’t control which one my life takes.

I applied to dozens of medical schools, and almost every single one has rejected me — except for one school I interviewed at in January, and I am waiting to hear back from. The medical school application process is long, but to not have an acceptance this late is not a good sign. In essence, I have a lottery ticket that is crumpled up, torn at the edges, and is probably for a lottery that already happened (but at least I have one).

It is difficult to accept that my life is controlled by unseen and unpredictable forces; much like the radioactive decay of alpha particles from an unstable isotope, I don’t understand why. But this process, I suppose, has been a reminder that human existence has some of the randomnesses of quantum physics. Needless to say, this is not how I expected things to go.

Medicine is the path I want to take. In no other path would I feel fulfilled and satisfied. Each morning, I check my email inbox, hoping that I find out which path I am chosen for. Until then, I will be waiting at the proverbial crossroads.


Stuck in the middle

My life is stuck between two paths.

False Oracles

Do not trust oracles which do not understand your questions.

Beware of the Man of Many Aphorisms

Empty arguments are worse than no arguments at all.