The Path Not Taken by Chaimae Sbia in Advanced 2
I had known James since I was in middle school. I had always felt bad for him. I had always advised him and wanted him to be as hardworking as myself.
In high school, everyone had dreams, except him. He said he wasn’t sure, and that he didn’t know what he really wanted to do. I kept trying to convince him to set a goal just like everyone else, but all he did was criticize me for having a dream that my parents had set for me. I never understood why he thought it was a bad thing. I was hardworking, and I could achieve my dream, which was to become a well-known doctor with a bright future. Almost all of my classmates had dreamed about that. It wasn’t about what you wanted to do; it was about working hard for everything.
I went to medical school, so I lost touch with James, and I barely had time to visit my family. However, I wasn’t that good compared to the others. I was sure that I was working harder than the others, even though I was suffering, disgusted by surgeries and images we saw in books. To be honest, I didn’t love walking down that path, and I was very uncomfortable, but seeing how much money doctors made encouraged me and inspired me. I ended up becoming a doctor. After all the bloody years I spent studying and experiencing, I had finally become a doctor. I had been told that if I didn’t get many patients in the first two years, I would never succeed in this career. They said it was a sign.
Three years passed, and I hadn’t gotten half the number of patients that the others had gotten in one year. I had no time to waste. I went straight to my classmates from medical school and asked them how they had become successful. They all gave the same answer. They all said that they felt comfortable doing their jobs, which gave their patients a very good first impression of them. I asked again and again. I begged them to say that it wasn’t about feelings. It would have been perfect if it was about hard work, but that wasn’t the case.
I had to pull myself together. I searched everywhere for career tests. I was convinced that I should start from scratch. All the test results claimed that lawyer was the perfect job for me. I didn’t hesitate to enter law school because I always felt that I had to follow my instincts. I had always liked debates, and I had great verbal abilities.
I finally felt at ease when I started studying law. It was amazing. I should have majored in law in the first place, but I had been hoping that I could make more money as a doctor. I didn’t care about what I loved to do. It didn’t last long, compared to how many years I studied in medical school.
I became a lawyer, and I was at least six years older than my new colleagues at the law firm. I talked to everyone, and one of my co-workers told me that there was a meeting. I silently followed his footsteps. We waited for the boss to arrive. As soon as I saw him, I stood up. It was James.
James had only discovered his dream during the last summer of high school. He became successful as soon as he entered the field because he truly loved what he did. And here I was, regretting every instance when I had showed off in front of him.
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