I promised myself a little over a year ago that I would write more. Clearly, I haven’t kept well to that promise. That doesn’t necessarily mean though that things have been in a slump – on the contrary, things geared up so fast there was barely time to pause to put it into writing. As I type, I am seated on a bench in a local park, watching parents, mostly fathers, running along with their kids and clearly having a good time, on the other side, a man fascinated with nature and clearly amused feeding the ducks.
Good times- i have had my fair share of those this year. It’s been spectacular, in fact. But I have yet to master the art of slowing down and enjoying life. 2 weeks since touching down here in Bordeaux, I am feeling the pang of dread having to leave this magical place pretty soon- this city whose people have welcomed me with open arms. I first came here with the sole purpose of learning and testing the waters before delving into a more specific career path. Little did I know, that my mentor would introduce me not just into the exciting world of Otology, but also in stripping down the bare necessities of life and challenging what one believes to be truly invaluable in living a full life.
I cannot help but look back at my journey into this realization. Once again, the road I have found myself in is a road I never even thought of taking some 5 years ago. But after several rejection letters from choices based on pragmatic deductions, I remembered a colleague telling me, “Maybe the reason why your plans haven’t unfolded as you wanted them to is because you are meant for something else.” That’s when I took my time and switched gears, switched directions, and switched my perspective. I chose a specialty that intimidated me the most and searched for mentors to see if I could last a few weeks in intensive training. Opportunity struck in a country whose language I had to learn in breakneck speed, in between attending to patients and teaching students.
I would want an idyllic life – one that would not require me to rush from one clinic after the other, worrying every month if there is enough money to go around, amd trying to keep up with schedules. As I grew more and more enamored with the idea of filling up my days so that I would never have to worry about that dreaded silence, I am now slowly discovering that in solitude I am more at peace, I become more alive. And it’s not the money that comes along with it that truly gives a person satisfaction nor security, it would be that at the end of the day you have become of use for your personal growth, or another being’s growth.
Looking at how choices and circumstances brought me to take a sharp turn, I have been forced to look Fear in the eyes and try to understand why it has been an obstruction all this time. As creatures of habit, at least based on my experiences, we fear the unfamiliar- not knowing what is going to happen next unsettles us. And ultimately, the fear of failure looms over us in whatever we do. But what is classified as a “failure”, anyway? Now in my 3rd decade of life — failure has been morphed into “an alternate outcome”; not necessarily unexpected, not necessarily favorable for the time being, but an outcome,nonetheless. As adulthood molds us into becoming our own person, we (at least I’d like to think) become more and more aware of consequences of our actions. Gone are the days where we can blame impulsive decisions for bad results. And going back to the original issue of fear, only when we allow it to be roadblocks into discovering our true potential does it result to a true failure.
I had to be isolated from everything that has come to be familiar in order to get over my fear of failing (before I even tried), and when my mentor casually asked right before beginning a surgery, “What are you so scared of? You know this. You know this well,” did I start to change the paradigm I have been living in. In a few weeks, I would have to go home to familiar territories, and I do hope I don’t forget what my time in Bordeaux has taught me. I doubt that though.. I have reached that pivotal moment, and I am in. I’m all in for the long haul.