Wasted Dream I thought I had a plan. I thought I knew what I wanted. I had my whole #life planned out. I had this dream. Now, I am not so sure anymore. When I was younger, I wanted to become a doctor. I graduated high school with high hopes of becoming a doctor. I was going to get a pre-med course and go straight to medicine school after that. I was going to become a surgeon. I took up pharmacy as a pre-med. When I was in my third year, I realized I didn't want to continue to med school. It suddenly didn't appeal to me anymore. I mourned that loss for a long time. I questioned God about letting me nurture a dream that I wasn't going to see through in the end. Did you ever wake up one morning and realize that the dream that comprised your entire childhood has just vanished? I mean literally? It was just gone in a blink of an eye. Something like that doesn't happen. But it happened to me. That was the start of my struggle. My future changed from a world of success to a world of uncertainties. I didn't know what else to do. All I knew was that I wasn't going to be a doctor. That was just it. I became a Registered Pharmacist. I hopped from one job to another. Nothing felt right. Up until now, I don't know what I want to do with my #life. I look at my friends and I feel envious because most of them are living out their dreams. I am jealous that they know what they want and I don't. I am so so lost.