there is a certain point at which we take our pursuit of knowledge personally. the realization that the world in which we thrive is bound together by a cold precision that has little tolerance for error without profound repercussion, leaving no sanctuary in masked inadequacies such as luck. in this sober and unforgiving space, we find that our limits are self-imposed, being essentially rooted in our own ignorance. if you take your life's work as a representation of your idealistic self, perseverance and dedication are second to obsession. i cannot live with myself if the death of another is a result of my lack of passionate preparation, and thus i cannot respect myself if I do not obsess.
there comes a moment in the live of a physician where entropy is reduced to a single moment of utter silence and darkness, in which life and death is delicately balanced on a fulcrum of knowledge. the outcome of this single moment influences countless lives, futures, and dreams. whether a son, sister, mother, or father lives or dies is a direct reflection of your compassion, dedication, and obsession.
this is why i push myself.
to: Robert
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I understand the way you feel. You are very noble for it. It is important to fully understand that people get what they earn, not what they deserve. This way if you become a surgeon and a 36 year old alcoholic dies on your table during a liver transplant you can say "he didn't deserve that, but he did earn it." instead of "if I had just studied the junction of the inferior vena cava to the hepatic vein better i could have saved him." I think that accepting too much responsibility can be hazardous to one's own health. You are not responsible for the stupidity of others, but you should help where able - as see it any way. later brah
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