September 21st, 2008 (02:09 pm)
I realize the things you take for granted when you think there's always something better. Sitting in my house, writing seemingly empathetic medical school essays, reading the book "Harvesting the Heart" by Jodi Picoult, I reflected. Throughout college, I had always felt that I should've done more, could've done more and left feeling dissatisfied. I should've partied more, made more "important connections", and done more to lift myself forward.
This weekend, perhaps it was an epiphany or just someone actually getting through my selfishness, I realized I have it really good. I have the good friends I'd always thought I'd never find. In the past, I thought that I'd find better, closer, or something else. Again, it's the slight feeling of being dissatisfied with what I had been given. But sitting in my house, without the comfort of Madison, good friends and familiarity I realized I've done quite well. I don't know where I go forward from this point, I don't like saying that I'll be different. But I would like to think that I have closed one door, and at some point, some other door will open. And I'll continue struggling with the unknown.