Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a doctor. I used to picture myself saving lives, helping people feel safe again. It felt so simple back then— like all I had to do was believe. But growing up showed me it’s not that easy. The work, the stress, the failures… sometimes it feels like the dream’s slipping away. I pray, I ask God for a sign, for something to show me I’m still on the right path— but all I get is silence. Still, something in me won’t let go. Maybe faith isn’t about getting answers. Maybe it’s about holding on even when nothing makes sense. So I’ll keep going, even if it’s slow, even if I have to find a new way to heal the world— and maybe, in the end, that’ll be enough.