can i be florence nightingale?

I realized one thing today. Maybe it’s love after all. Maybe I love Nursing too much that I’m scared to commit any mistake, to do something that can take away my freedom to save other people’s lives. Heck! I’ve been so involved in this internal battle for years that I forgot to notice that it has already been won. You see, I always found myself becoming someone who would dedicate her life in bringing the truth in the open; or at least write about it, be associated with the media or something. But I never imagined being an agent of truth myself – in a caring, nurturing kind of way which is Nursing. Years in Nursing school certainly brought out the worst and best in me. I’ve actually came to a point where I regretted everything that I have worked hard for. Yet the love that I never acknowledged until now made everything worthwhile.

I’m sure that whatever happens after this, I will still be happy with the choice I made, coz after all that’s been said and done, the difference I made and the things I did that touched other people’s lives are beyond any sense of fulfillment in this world.