In retrospect, it's kind of ironic that my love for the science I chose would be my

predicament.

I mean, it looks unfair that my curiosity and thirst for knowledge would lead me in such

a shady path.

Only thing I ever wanted was to be better at my job.

I'm a medical student.

But as long as I can remember myself, I was fascinated by the human body.

No matter how bad we treat it sometimes, it is nothing sort of perfection.

The structure and function of the organs, the delicate high functioning brain, blue snake

like veins carrying a blood into the heart to be cleaned, recycled, simply magnificent.

It was a simple choice for me.

I wanted to study more about the body, learn all the details it hides, and sometimes rectify

it.

That'll get me wrong.

I didn't really enjoy studying to get to medical school.

Most of the time it was a tedious process of learning about irrelevant topics that I really

didn't care about, but I managed to pull through and get to the university.

There I developed very mixed feelings, although some lectures were diving into the secrets

of what we were supposed to be learning about.

Most were simply stuff read from a PDF presentation by a semi-board professor.

A kind of knowledge you could acquire by reading some science magazines.

Magazines I'd already read.

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