[NB: This article was previously published in my other blog as chasing dreams sometime in 2008. This has been slightly modified and updated from the original article for this blog post]
While on board a bus in heavy traffic, this thought came into my mind: when we were still kids and the issues of global warming and the environmental concerns were already present, although not yet a tangible reality, we were told to plant seeds in the hope that it will one day become a majestic tree.
Needless to say, that was a long time ago.
Now all grown up, I realized that it was not entirely a lie but it was more of a half-truth if you please. I do not know if it was an oversight of my teachers then, but in hindsight and retrospect, they should have also taught us that it was not enough that you plant a seed and hope that it will grow. It should be nourished, taken cared of and even protected from the harsh elements. Or perhaps they were actually wise in letting us learn that fact of life for ourselves as we grew older. I will never know. What I do know is that seeds are pretty much like our dreams. It’s not enough that we have a dream, it should be protected, nourished, and nurtured until it becomes a reality.
And that’s part of the reason I am writing all of this again now. A good friend of mine once told me that his dreams of becoming a doctor are becoming blurry and his work in the hospital only make matters worse.
It pains me to know about his situation and not be able to do anything about it. He has the intelligence, the skills and most especially the heart and passion needed to be a doctor. Wait, no, a great doctor. All that bars him from being so is a piece of plastic that serve as proof that he has the license to practice.
How 1,200 questions divided among twelve subjects taken in a span of 4 days determines who is “qualified” or not to treat people of their medical ailments is not for me to judge. Why must his his dream of being able to help others through healing of the body and of the spirit so elusive in the first place?
During our freshman medical orientation talk, one of our professors told the story of a young and promising medicine student who wanted to quit his studies because as much as he wanted to become a doctor, he wanted to be a pilot as well. When he told his professor his dilemma, all he was told was “I don’t see anything wrong with that.” Whoever said you could not pursue both dreams? To make the long story short, the young doctor to be did not drop out of school, finished his degree and went on to pursue his other dream. The last time he saw him, our professor said that he maintains his private practice as a doctor while flying for a commercial airline twice weekly.
Likewise, I had the chance once to meet a fellow doctor that not only treats people with pills and prescriptions, but he also heals with the arguably best medicine there is: laughter. And no, he’s not Dr. Patch Adams, although I did have the pleasure of meeting him once when he visited the country. He is Dr. Carlo Jose San Juan creator of the medical comic strip callous comics.
But going back to my friend, he once wrote on his online post, that he was at a crossroad and had asked for a sign. In irony, I had hoped that he failed in getting the promotion so that he can be once again free to chase that dream of his. And I’m still hopeful that his dream will be realized one day.
Our dreams may be grand or otherwise, but what is important is that they are our dreams, not dictated upon us or simply borrowed from others. We may have others who share and support our dreams, but ultimately it is ours to fulfill.