I could probably answer this essay prompt with one word, scalpel. But since it requires 400, I guess I should try to explain myself. Every night while I lay in bed, I watch Grey’s Anatomy on my insignificant iPod screen. You know, the TV show with all the surgeons running around and cutting people open. Well, as I watch this show the only thought going through my head is jealousy. Jealousy that they can pick up that scalpel and cut, jealousy that they get to witness what others cannot, and jealousy that these actors and actresses whose dreams don’t involve becoming doctors, become doctors.
I don’t have a legitimate reason to explain my desire of being a doctor. I don’t have family or relatives that passed away whom affected me immensely. I don’t have friends that are sick and lying in bed. I simply don’t have the mindset of many other individuals. All I have is the joy I feel when I envision about my future. All I have is the smile that creeps on my face when I watch these fictional medical dramas. Truthfully, all I have is this feeling that I was destined to be a doctor. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m destined to be a teacher or an ambassador, but who knows; however, as of now with my limited imagination, I can picture myself wearing a scrub with a long, white coat carrying an assortment of pens in my chest pocket. I can see a doctor that fails from time to time, but persistently picks herself back up. A doctor that doesn’t give up, even if she feels “hopeless” at times. All I can see is becoming this doctor.
Some people may state that they “hope to find world peace” or “want to find their happiness and place in this world”. Truthfully, if people didn’t read this prompt thoroughly, they may have answered, “I want to find a pot of gold.” I hope they realize that the pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow, not over it. But I am here writing this essay to state that I am not going for the gold. I’m sorry to say, but the philosophy of world peace also means little...