Today is currently the second to the last day of my 2-month, roller-coaster Internal Medicine rotation. I am more or less the same person, well, at least still single...=p But seriously, I still like her; although I can say that I am much more relaxed. Love comes if it comes, but if it doesn't, life still goes on. I have given up all expectations with respect to other people. All I am sure about is myself. Am I afraid of being hurt? Hell, yeah! But I can't keep on being afraid. The heart of communication is being there where the other person is, wherever you actually you may be. I can very well say goodbye to my attitude of pleasing other people at my expense. Desires, wants, and needs just seem never to end. The fate of those who readily bow to the whims of others is despair. I am a young, healthy male, fully capable of having healthy, bright, vibrant, and playful children. I can't just throw away happiness for those who don't even care about me. Currently, my battle cry is "I have every fuckin' right to manifest." And if goodness is to manifest, what is there to be afraid of?
My immediate plans are as follows:
1. Enjoy myself by abandoning my conveniences in the dream of achieving something, that which approximates the true, the beautiful, and the wonderful.
2. Love all animals; even those people who behave like animals. (No offense to real-world animals.
My short-term plans are as follows:
1. Eat as a pure raw vegan.
2. Start daily 15-minute meditation TODAY while arousing and qHS.
3. Sleep for at least 3-5 hours a day; sleep by 9 PM. Set alarm clock at 1 AM.
4. Go to the neighborhood gym whenever I am not in a "Duty Status".
5. Clean room for at least 30 minutes.
6. Delete all needless files.
7. Have a medical topic to read about and ACTUALLY read about it.
8. Hold on to my principles each and every time.
My long-term plans are as follows:
1. Meet the love of my life again.
2. Realize my dreams of becoming the transplantation surgeon.
3. Research and publish in an international peer-reviewed journal.
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