To the Journey, the Dream, and the Title: Doctor

My dearest friend wrote a poem for doctors day i thought i might share with yall

“ Sometimes I wonder — what would I have done if I weren’t doing what I’m doing? A dream, a hope, an inner voice I chased, Fighting through all the race.

A kid who was scared of taking risks, To the kid now who laid all the bricks — Just to fulfil the wishes she once had, The dream she saw in the eyes of her dad.

A dad who believed his daughter had the will to break all odds, A dad who trusted her without a care of what lay ahead — no ifs, no nods.

I used to always feel helpless, Watching people restless — And I’d pray, Will I ever be able to make them painless?

Never thought I would walk this road, Seeing how tough it was to break the code.

But there was a small ray of light, That helped me escape the midnight — The one that showed me the bright side, When everything else was hard to confide.

I had always been taught — do a job that gives you respect. Little did I know, behind that respect, Were sleepless nights, Inner voice fights, Decoding what is right…

And all of that, one day, Will make me proudly be called a Doctor — in every way.

And today, as I look back, I smile. Maybe I didn’t choose this path — maybe it chose me all the while. Through all the doubts, pressure, and silent cries, I still see hope in tired eyes.

This journey isn’t just about books or degrees, It’s about healing, heart, and memories.

And if somewhere, someday, I can ease just one person’s pain, Then all of this — Every sacrifice — Would truly be worth it again. “