Scholastica

They may not necessarily lie but not open with the reality. It is not because they are averse to you replicating their success or even transcend their achievements. It is not a result of their envy of the unbridled passion and irrepressible zeal that defines your approach. They are not intimidated by your awesomeness, your remarkable skills or the fact that your star is shining brighter every day.  IT MAY BE SIMPLY BECAUSE THE TRUTH IS DISCOURAGING and may sometimes sound scary, for the path ahead is long and fraught with challenges and obstacles. They hesitate at times to reveal it to you, lest they diminish your fervor and passion and also in order to preserve your optimism and unrelenting drive. Telling you is not the issue, but do you have the emotional intelligence to navigate its complexities without being Disheartened? SO... ARE YOU WORTHY OF THE TRUTH?  DO YOU MERIT THE KNOWLEDGE? DO YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE INFORMED? For simply desiring and taking that path, it is ess...

 I don't want to be a MEDICAL DOCTOR....say HER in 4th year medical school. lost in books and stumbling through pages with concepts hard to concentrate on, wondering if really there is light at the end of the tunnel. I don't want to be a DOCTOR, the thought would often creep into her heart. From the pinnacle of secondary school pride to the fall into the abyss of medical school's tide. The sacrifices were many, the tears were from the deepest desire of wanting to be better, the struggles real. Her first taste of failure, a bitter pill to feel. But amidst the failure, the workload's crushing weight and soul-crushing pressure, Between the books and the bedside, the theory and the test, yet found a glimmer of fate. For as she delved deeper, into the heart of medicine's art; She falls deeply, irrevocably in love and never looked back to depart. 'I DON'T WANT TO BE A DOCTOR,' but deep down she knows it's true, That this is her calling, and this is what sh...

  As she stood on the stage, microphone in hand, and gazed out at the sea of expectant faces, she realized that her voice was more than just a tool for communication. It was her essence - the very core of who she was. "My voice is not my power," she began, her words dripping with conviction. "It's not something I use to manipulate or control. It's not a weapon I wield to dominate or oppress. My voice is my essence. It's the sum of my experiences, my emotions, and my soul." She took a deep breath, and her words poured out like a river. "It's the whisper of my grandmother's lullabies, the laughter of my childhood, and the tears of my struggles. It's the cry of my frustrations, the song of my triumphs, and the prayer of my hopes. My voice is the symphony of my existence." As she spoke, her words resonated deep within the hearts of her listeners. They felt the authenticity, the vulnerability, and the strength that radiated from her very...