In the final week being a final year medical student you have learnt everything you’re going to learn at medical school. You’re writing scripts, that the House Officer signs. You’re creating discharge summaries, that the House Officer approves. You’re assessing patients and creating plans, that the Registrar reviews.
Essentially, you’re playing doctors.
One week later, as a House Officer, you don’t know anything else, but now, you’re writing scripts, you’re discharging patients, you’re assessing patients and creating plans.
Now, you’re a real doctor.
In life, until the responsibility sits with you, you’re playing.
Perhaps, knowing that, it’s time to embrace responsibility.
In arguments, we often want to be right. But being right is not the same as being wise.
One of the greatest lies we tell ourselves is that we’re falling behind. That someone else is ahead.
As a young man I associated strength with force; louder voices, sharper opinions, firm lines in the sand.
There’s a strange kind of pride we’ve developed in being exhausted. But even lions, the king of the jungle, rest.
I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't have ambition.
We sometimes believe strength means self-sufficiency — that being independent means being isolated.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.