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Sometimes I think of my goals not as tasks, deadlines, or grades, but as a tiny life growing inside me. I carry them like a baby, fragile, full of potential, dependent on my care. Every hour I study, every concept I wrestle with, every early morning and late night, it’s nourishment. I feed it with focus, protect it from distractions, shield it from doubt.

For the next nine months, I allow myself to be selfish with my time. Not because I don’t care about the world, but because this little life, my dream of med school, my future self, needs me fully present. Family, love, the people I cherish, they are part of its environment. Casual distractions, fleeting social pressures, they are not.

I imagine it growing stronger each day, aware of every sacrifice, every ounce of discipline, every moment of patience. And I know, one day, it will be born, my success fully formed, confident, and undeniable. Until then, I carry it with intention, with care, and with love. It is mine to nurture, mine to protect, and mine to grow.

There’s a strange beauty in this process, the intimacy of it, the quiet thrill of progress, the knowledge that what I create today will exist tomorrow. I am building, cultivating, giving life to my ambition, one careful, deliberate day at a time.

1. remember that you are flawed and human as we all are

2. keep in mind that you can’t go back and undo mistakes but you can learn from them moving forward

3. think about how this experiences has changed you in positive ways

“Be safe.”

“Did you eat?”

“Call me when you’re home.”

“I made you this”