Drawing

This post is a flash back of when I was younger. If I remember well, it was a time before I had the responsibility to choose what I wanted to do with my life, and when I still had the time to indulge in doing what makes me happy.

When I was young I used to draw and make model kits. These were two of my favorite things to do. I would spend hours on a drawing/painting, or on a model kit. And then I would give them to my family or to friends. Sometimes friends asked me to make a drawing for them too. They always seemed really happy when I gave them a drawing I made.

Since I decided to go into the medical field, it seems that every moment of my waking hours was supposed to be spent on learning about the meaning of life or gaining knowledge into the workings of a part of the human body.

Somehow, "I" decided that spending time drawing or making model kits (or the money to buy models) was an insignificant way to spend time. That it was just a frivolous thing to do, when that time could be used to do "Really" important stuff.

For the past few days I've been really tired with studying. Studying at UCLA takes so much energy and time, and the pressure to keep my GPA competitive is not helping...

Anyway, it's the middle of the quarter, so it's "normal" to feel tired :-)