Yes, i had a hard time naming this post. So i just decided to leave that name. When I was younger, I wanted to become a doctor. I had seen a really inspiring video on how a medical school student didn’t know if all that hard work was worth it, and then, they did something that saved a person’s life during their residency and the gratitude that the family showed him, proved it to him that he wanted to be a doctor. I worked hard at school, leaving everything else out, I worked part-time during school, so that I would be construed as hard-working in my resume, I went to school 40 hours a week, worked 20 hours a week, volunteered 5 hours a week at a local hospital and thought I had done all I could for my medical school application.
But I had not. I got rejected, and of course, I didn’t get any reason along with my rejection, so I didn’t know what to improve. I did the MCAT exam again, which is the medical school application exam, and I applied again. I was rejected again. I thought third time’s a charm, forgetting the other saying, that Three’s a crowd ( unrelated, but still negative). If you are thinking there is a happy ending to this story, think again. They rejected me a third time. Boom, my self-confidence died down and I learnt that I wouldn’t be a person who would make a difference in the world, by curing people and changing their families’ lives. Alright then, I would just work at my government job at the airport and continue to live like I did, in obscurity.
I decided to take the high road, and started despising all higher education. I didn’t want to apply to any other Masters’ program. Why would I do that, so I can get rejected again? No Sirree Bob.
I realize that everyone happens in your life for a reason, and I had to go through those rejections, so I would go looking for some kind of meaning in my life, and go to many conferences, many in Canada, many abroad, in United States, I would take part in a pageant and I would do many other things, which would result in me meeting someone in a rehearsal for a fashion show, who would eventually introduce me to a business school called Wilfrid Laurier University, where I would go and get my Masters.
Its so funny how things work out. Would I have gone to business school, if I had been successful in my medical school application? Obviously not. Then, probably I wouldn’t be blogging at this point in time, because I would be too busy saving lives, and learning anatomy. Would I have been happier taking that other route? I know now that I know more about myself, that I wouldn’t have been. I would have been unhappy, but maybe I would have borne it, because thats what people do. They do things that make them unhappy, because it makes their parents happy, or at least, thats what people do in my culture.
I decided a long time ago, I would not do that, I would not do things that do not make me happy. No matter what. I am speaking about the big things here. Obviously, I do the little things that make me temporarily insane or unhappy, like sit in traffic to get to and from work everyday, and wax my arms and legs, but never the big things.
Next time, lets’ chat about how I attempted businesses and failed at the most important part, Starting a business.
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