Ever since I was a child, innocent to the atrocities of the internet that-would-be, I've dreamed of traveling the world. From Europe to Asia, France to China, Berlin to Sydney, I wanted to see it all; I wanted to live my life to its literal fullest. But on my road to higher education I was beset with the urge to become a surgeon, to save lives behind that of my Nintendo DS and persona as Dr. Stiles.
My conundrum, as you may have guessed, is the conflict generated by my aspirations: becoming a full-fledged doctor will be an arduous journey taking course during the prime of my life, while journeying around the world requires the same. I very well don't envision myself shuffling to Cairo, clinging to Earth as a decrepit octogenarian yet versed in the intricacies of the human body, but neither do I want to end up as a well-traveled, gray-haired, penniless college dropout.
The way things are going I most definitely will take up the prized mantle of "Med Student," therefore breaking my dreams and leaving the pieces for a more risking soul to put back together.
My question to you, Fakkites, is whether or not you have the personal burden of conflicting goals that I do. It's times like this I wished I believed in Hinduism.
Or that I were a cat.
- KR