The Atheist Doctor in the Multiverse
(Author's note: This blog post is my entry for this week's The Blog Rounds, as hosted by Pinoy Mega Mom MD)
The idea of having another me and many different me's is kind of scary and intriguing at the same time. With the number of theories explaining the possibility of parallel universes (universes that exist, aside from our own and this multitude of parallel universes is referred to as the multiverse), I tend to believe that many different versions of Me is possible. I would like to think of this as true, perhaps as a consolation to the number of things that I cannot do for now.
And yet today, in the universe that I know, I can say I am pretty much having the best time of my life.
But what would I be doing in the other parallel universes, if I were not a medical doctor?
1. An Artist
In the last couple of years, I finally got the time and the guts to draw and paint. There are a lot of colleagues asking me why I did not pursue Arts during my college days; that instead of going through the hardships of becoming a doctor, I could have used those years to become a seasoned artist.
There's a little story behind that.
I really didn't think of myself as an artist, even way back. I was not the child who, upon learning how to use a pencil, began drawing artfully at an early age. I was not the student who joined art competitions and won. I was not even the kid who begged parents to buy her crayons, instead of clothes or gadgets.
I was the kind of kid who begged for books. My parents saw me trying to write a novela at the age of 12. In my highschool days, I got trained by my teachers to spell and write essays and join competitions for it. I was one of the editors for my school's newspaper. I wrote scripts for school plays. I wrote poetry that I've got two thick notebooks filled with it. The kind of expectations people had about me was not surprising anymore. The track that I have carved out for myself was seemed quite obvious.
But I was also the kind of kid who liked doing so many other things. I dedicated some time sewing clothes for my Barbie dolls because I can't afford to buy them. Some of the clothes looked good enough that friends wanted me to make some more for them. I got an old set of Speedball calligraphy nibs and tried calligraphy. Then people started asking me to write decoratively on our classroom bulletin board. Thinking I was too much of an accident-prone, I joined the Cadet Officers Candidate Course (COCC) and became an officer of Citizen's Advancement Training (CAT-I). And maybe because people thought I wasn't that physically fit, I was assigned to one of the lower designations. But they saw I can handle the sword and the rifle as well as any of the best there were in the group. I joined science clubs because I loved how we tinkered with the petri dishes and other experiments in Biology class. I won quizbees.
Also, I got a box of Pentel pastel colors and tried to draw for posters. I saw how mine was good, but those of my classmates were better. I stopped using the pastels, hid it in my cabinet and went back to writing.
Then came college. My mom and dad sat with me to discuss my plans for the "future". My mom wanted me to become an IT specialist. My dad asked me what I'd like to do for the rest of my life that would also be financially rewarding and have more likelihood of having career satisfaction (I suspect he said this because he thought I'd tell him I want to be a writer). He also said that, in making a choice, I have to take into consideration that I have to focus on this choice for a long time, and I may have to "set aside" all the other things I want to do so I can achieve this ultimate goal.
Many people who knew me expected that I'd take up Literature at the University of the Philippines, since this was the course that I applied for when I passed the UPCAT. I went to De La Salle University Taft, Manila, instead, taking up Biology. Eventually, I finished my degree in General Medicine at the University of Santo Tomas College of Medicine and Surgery.
I think I kinda figured out now why it turned out that way. I didn't like expectations.
So, going back to being an "artist", I still don't consider myself as one. I'm still learning but undeniably, I really enjoy exploring the different media. And since I have finished my residency training and can now buy most of the art materials, I can finally be free to explore. I think being free from expectations also helped.
If you want to see more of my artworks, you can visit my facebook page, The Way With Paint PH.
You can also subscribe to my youtube channel.
2. A Professional Gamer
This is truly one of my dream jobs! Imagine getting paid well for things you do even during your spare time. But, of course, it still entails a lot of hardwork (related article: The 10 Steps to Becoming a Pro Gamer.)
As a gamer, I'm not as hardcore as I wanted to be. I like MMORPGs, like Guild Wars 2, and RPGs like Fallout 4, Uncharted 4, and Final Fantasy XV. I am hoping someday, when I could retire or do lighter clinical work, I'd like to spend more time in games professionally.
If you'd like to see some of my gameplay walkthroughs, please visit my Youtube Video playlist, Drezhta Goes Gaming.
3. A Travel and Food Blogger
For some time, I've had my Food Trip Tayo! blog. But because I got busy with work, I didn't really have the time to maintain it. Add to that the fact that I don't get to travel much anymore because of my dog (I feel too bad being away from him for a long time). I am hoping someday I'd be able to do this again. It would definitely be a plus if I'll get paid, hehe. Who would say no to having a job that requires one to travel to many different places and to eat a lot of different food?
4. An Owner of Animal Shelter/Sanctuary
If somehow, by chance, I win the lottery or I get my hands on a lot of money, I'd like to build a sanctuary for stray dogs and cats and abandoned pets.
Something like Territorio de Zaguates or "Land of the Strays" in Northern Costa Rica.