A Life Worth Living
So recently, through the magic of Facebook, I discovered that one of my old high school friends just got accepted to Johns Hopkins medical school. WOW. I mean, in the hierarchy of achieving greatness in your life, getting accepted into one of the top medical schools is right up there at the pinnacle right underneath becoming President of the United States. Now, I feel great admiration and happiness for him, but I would be lying if I say I didn’t have a tinge of envy. No, I’m not envious of the the ridiculous amount of money he will be making or the high prestige he will be getting (okay, maybe a little). My envy is more towards the fact that it seems to me that he now has such great purpose in his life. He’s gonna be a freaking doctor: saving lives, curing cancer, making great discoveries. Me? It seems like I have chosen the corporate path; an office drone stuck in my cubicle, in front of a computer for 8 hours a day. A tiny cog in the great, giant, corporate machine.
Now I understand, I don’t have to be a doctor or an activist marching on the front lines to be a person that makes a difference in the world. But if I were to make the decision to stick to this mundane “normal” road, I need to make a greater effort in making my life a life worth living. A life that can cause change and make a difference. Volunteer at the homeless shelters on the weekend, plant trees in the rain forests of south America, run marathons to raise awareness to crippling diseases. Anything and everything so that when I’m on my deathbed frail and sick (yet still beautiful), I would not have one regret about the life I lived.
(And if all that fails, I’ll just marry a doctor and mooch off the glory and feeling of self-importance. Behind every great doctor is a great househusband that can cook, clean, and give great massages at the end of the day, right???)
