Monday Mornings...

It's Monday morning and I'm back in UST.
My bro and I woke up early and left home
at 530am to beat the morning rush.
After an awesome weekend,
it's back to school, back to work.
Back to the med books, quizzes, decury,
recitations,and nerve-wrecking exams.
Back to the dorm, and living away from the comforts of home.
You do the grocery, fix your laundry, find food for yourself,
clean the room, pay the bills, and all the independent stuff.
I'm back to eating fastfood,
and to the sleepless nights studying.
And the list can go on and on.

But I keep on coming back.

Why?
Because I have a dream.
I dream to become a world-class doctor someday.
To be a healer of the sick and the dying.
To take care of my loved ones when we grow older.
It will allow me also to provide for my own family in the future.
I dream that through my profession,
I could help make the world a better place.
And these reasons are enough for me to undergo all of these sacrifices.

There are low moments when I tend to ask myself,
what the hell am I doing here?
But I keep on striving.
Because I believe on a higher purpose that God is calling me into.
And I just need to do my part.

Wanna know a secret?
When you dream,
its a great help to have fellow dreamers with you.
In Med school, I meet people that come from different backgrounds,
with different abilities, and with different reasons why they are in Medicine.
But we are united with one purpose.
That's why we help and encourage each other to achieve our dreams.
In tough times, we hang on hard to each other.
In joyful moments, we party together.
Without them in my lowest moments, I would've quit.

Friends, keep on dreaming.
Let's dream together.
It may be our legacies to our future children and to the world.

Didoy