One of the good things that failure does to you in medical school is that it reminds you of one reality.
You are alone.
Very much alone.
When you first come into medical school, you begin to form relationships. You make friends, join groups, laugh together, read together, and somewhere along the line, you begin to feel like all of you are on the same journey.
It feels like you're all going to have the same future.
But that isn't true.
Not even close.
There are people in your class who are already preparing for the future while everyone else is busy living in the present.
Some people take their USMLE Step 1 in 400 Level.
By the time you're graduating, they'll spend less than six months in Nigeria before relocating to the United States to begin residency or work.
From that point onward, Nigeria simply becomes somewhere they once lived.
Others will leave for the UK.
Others will go into research.
Others will build businesses.
Others will fail out completely.
The point is this:
Everyone's journey is different.
The mistake many people make is assuming everyone is running the same race.
Because of that illusion, they begin living for their classmates instead of themselves.
They dress to impress their peers.
They spend money trying to look a certain way.
They become obsessed with looking cool.
Now, don't get me wrong.
Looking good isn't a bad thing.
The problem is over-investing in people's opinions.
Because those people you're trying so hard to impress come from different families, different backgrounds, different financial situations, and completely different life plans.
You only discover this reality when life hits.
Sometimes, that reality comes in the form of an F.
You fail.
You drop down.
Your classmates move ahead.
Some classes create a new WhatsApp group and remove those who didn't pass.
Suddenly, it dawns on you.
You're alone.
I know a senior who experienced exactly this.
He was very social.
Friendly with everybody.
And being friendly isn't a problem.
But somewhere along the line, he lost himself inside those friendships.
He failed.
He repeated.
Eventually, he found himself one class below the people he originally entered school with.
But something interesting happened.
That experience changed him.
He stopped wasting time trying to fit in.
He stopped chasing unnecessary social activities.
He focused on himself.
He studied harder.
He started learning business.
He built something on the side.
Little by little.
Today, he's in 500 Level while the people he entered school with are already in 600 Level.
But he has something for himself.
He has a business.
He has a car.
He has direction.
More importantly, he understands something many people don't.
Life is a personal journey.
If you want to impress anybody, impress your family.
Show love to your family.
Show love to the few people who genuinely matter.
But never forget this:
You are alone.
And don't wait until failure teaches you that lesson.
Because the day you receive that F...
The day you see "Repeat" beside your name...
None of those classmates telling you to make more friends will carry even one letter of that F with you.
They'll move on.
You'll stay behind.
You wrote that resit yourself.
You failed by yourself.
You'll repeat by yourself.
So live your life for yourself.
Work hard for yourself.
Build your future for yourself.
Because at the end of the day, nobody is going to live your life except you.
@Cybrill2 Weeh Cybrill 😂😂😂 you ran to church on sunday and cried and begged the pastor’s wife to pray for your goat that they are about to kill it 😭😭 i criedd as an elder sister 😂😭
I had a pet goat as a kid, I spent all my time with her and I used to sit in the forest and watch her eat. She fell sick and I went to church, cried and prayed for her.
On returning, my father had cooked her and kept mine in a dish. I was traumatised the whole year.
Home, again! Mission complete. I hope we glorified God, humanity, our families and our terrific teams a @NASA and @csa_asc. Time to share the good news!