Maybe

One day I'll be a doctor. Maybe.
And maybe one day I'll be tired of looking into someone's vagina and welcoming screaming, bloody babies into the world.
Maybe one day I'll decide to put that career on a hiatus.
And maybe I'll end up spending time at a computer, editing.
Or maybe behind a camera.
Because maybe, that's where I belong; where I feel like I belong.


People fall in love with things while they fall out of love with other things.
Or maybe they think they love something because they haven't found themselves yet and is actually settling for the love of love and finding something else that makes that person feel most comfortable and in control makes that person realize that that person was never truly dedicated to the cause in the first place.

Maybe medicine scares me, maybe I found the safest thing for my future that I could, maybe my ADHD would get the best of me and I have an out of body experience where I may be at a hospital physically, but exploring new worlds and creating things mentally.

Maybe I'll become dissatisfied and have a midlife crisis before mid life ever hits.

Because I maybe, definately, probably,


never wanted to be a doctor at all.

Maybe, I've always known that I wasn't for the sciences, I wasn't made for analysis and theoretical works and smart people skills.
Maybe I've just always wanted to create something great.