Events and Challenges, Random

An apple a day…

You know this saying, right?

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Well, I have never liked apples, and my dad, who is a doctor, is the main reason for that!

This is my contribution for today’s Bloganuary prompt:

A dream can be defined in two ways:

  1. a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep.
  2. a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal.

I don’t know why, but I am unable to remember the dreams from Definition 1 when I wake up the next morning. Sometimes I vaguely remember them and even discuss them with my husband but most of the times, they are faint.

So it’s the second definition of dream that I touch upon in this post and I consider the question – “What do you dream to be when you grow up?”. Ever since I was a kid, until the time I went off to engineering college, my answer was always “I want to be a doctor”.

I had grown up looking up to my dad as a huge inspiration and a wonderful role model. He had a clinic at our residence where as a kid, I would often play doctor, asking fictitious patients of worrying symptoms, diagnosing secret diseases, writing fake prescription, and even handing out candies as medicine.

Growing up, biology was undoubtedly one of my most favourite subjects and I always used to score well in it. I had appeared for a million entrance exams to get an admission in a medical college, but it was so hard and the competition was crazy. I did not make it and it was a huge blow to my self-confidence. As a teenager, I couldn’t help but feel like a failure and thought that I let my parents down.

More than 15 years later, now that I look back at that episode, I can only conclude that maybe it did not happen because it was not meant to be. My parents are very supportive and vocally proud of what I have achieved in life. I am also happy and content with what, who, where I am in life today and that is what matters.

So this was the story of that one dream I remember that I could not achieve.

Thanks for flying by my orbit.

See you tomorrow!

2 thoughts on “An apple a day…”

  1. What an interesting post. I chuckled at – “I would often play doctor, asking fictitious patients of worrying symptoms, diagnosing secret diseases, writing fake prescription, and even handing out candies as medicine.”

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