Passion…unbridled

Why does what I am doing not seem enough?

I find my plate full, and I find it tough

To fulfill all my responsibilities current

Yet there is a need to stretch myself to a greater extent

To do something extra, pick up a new skill

Am I stagnating if I’m not climbing a new hill?

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Everyone seems ambitious and eager to achieve

Where is my drive, why can’t I believe

In myself to aim harder, to add something more

To my repertoire, something I have not done before?

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Maybe in due time I would be able to aim higher

Until then more confidence in myself I need to acquire

Perhaps I would rekindle some dreams dormant

Hopefully I shall not then stay stagnant

My entire life seems to be built around

Maximizing, efficiency, but alas I have found

That there is a bell-shaped curve here

Where beyond a certain point it appears

That trying to minimize time spent

On tasks leads to me becoming more inefficient

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As I slash unnecessary steps in every task with military zeal

I become more efficient, I start to feel

Somewhat invincible, I daydream of becoming super-productive

As long as with my commitment to efficiency I live

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But then comes the inflection point beyond which I cannot

Become more efficient, in fact I start missing a lot

Of finer details that may or may not be consequential

And then I run into a dilemma existential

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Is there a ceiling on my efficiency?

And if not should I continue to push every boundary

To make every process shorter, such that time I can save

And free up that time to rest, that I crave?

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The answer to this question I do not know

Perhaps in the future, with artificial intelligence in tow

I shall be able to trim all inefficiencies

By handing tasks over to a bot, and decrease

The amount to time and effort that I expend

In trying to be productive and efficient

I left and wondered if I should have stayed

For years to come, had I the right choice made

At this stage of my life, where would I be

If wanderlust had not bitten me..

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If I had stayed, there would have been greater stability

But I would not have had the ability

To go far from my zone of comfort

To get back on my feet when I was hurt

Perhaps more comfortable I would have been

But stagnation instead of stability I might have seen

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I left, and came face to face

With the whole world, I learnt to embrace

Different cultures, values and different points of view

If I had stayed, I would have had opportunities rather few

To broaden my horizons, this seems to be

The greatest benefit of leaving my country

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Intellectually it was a good move, I guess

But when it comes to the heart, I confess

I traded adventure for loneliness

If I had stayed, it would have hurt less..

If you’re under the impression that you have an image to maintain

I would encourage you to think again

You’ve strived hard to project yourself a certain way

You’ve imbibed certain quirks in how you dress and what you say

Your carefully cultivated image has been designed-

With the goal of achieving success in your mind

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But your image does not reflect the authentic you

You have to put in a lot of effort, it’s true,

To maintain the facade that you want people to see

You cannot let the mask slip away inadvertently

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If you forego trying to maintain the image you have in mind

And come across as your authentic self, you would find

Yourself liberated from the tyranny of pretense

You would be yourself no matter which lens

Others view you from- some would like you, others not

But the truth of your being would be to the table brought

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Your best image is the one in which you appear

Authentic, unapologetic, devoid of fear

I have a relationship of love and hate

With running-I often procrastinate

Before I start my run- my achy joints protest

But eventually I get lured by the prospect

Of feeling accomplished when a mile I’ve run

That feeling is addictive, even though running is not fun

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In true confession, I can only manage a mile in one go

At a medium pace, neither fast nor too slow

I read while on the treadmill, and I am not quite sure

If it’s running or reading that motivates me more

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Running is uncomfortable, I get out of breath and sweat

Sometimes a stitch in my side or shin splits I get

But when I finish running, a runner’s high I experience

Fueled by the release of endorphins intense

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The best part of running is the discomfort, somewhere I read

Though running feels uncomfortable most days, I am led

Back to the treadmill day after day

There must be some truth to this theory anyway..

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Let me lace up my sneakers and begin to run

After running a mile, my first victory of the day would be won..

When life overwhelming appears

When you feel paralyzed by fear

When past trauma continues to haunt you

There is one thing that you can do-

Try to explore your creative side

Open the door of imagination wide

Find a form of artistic expression that resonates

With you, give yourself permission to create

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Take your lived experiences

Break down your defenses

Exorcise traumas of the past

Make your cherished memories last

By harnessing your creative well

Craft a captivating story to tell

Through your artistic expression

Share with the world your authentic impression..

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In the creative process let your soul immerse

Let your unique voice emerge in the universe

In channeling your creativity you might find

Innovative solutions to problems in your mind

Let creativity serve as a catalyst to give

A renewed sense of purpose with which to live

You want to make the best possible choices for optimal health

You think knowledge is power, so you accumulate a wealth

Of information regarding biometrics unique to you

You wear devices that track everything you do

And the effects your activities have on your vital signs

To track your heart rate, activity level and sleep patterns, they are designed

Your reward system is activated when positive data you see

You are motivated to eat and sleep well and exercise regularly

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The constant tracking comes with a flip side-

Since your bodily rhythms have fluctuations wide

Often these devices pick up variations in your biometric signs

And send you alerts- though the findings are benign

You get worried and start tracking your data obsessively

Make appointment with your doctor to find a remedy

Without further testing you are not reassured

So time-consuming diagnostic tests you endure

To find out that nothing is really wrong with you

To stop wearing your tracking device for a while is what you need to do

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Knowledge empowers, but too much knowledge can be debilitating

With constant tracking comes the risk of your health anxiety escalating

For me personally, the risks of a tracking device outweigh

The benefits, therefore I am not going to purchase one anyway

My writing skills were first put to test

In writing patient histories, I did my best

To write detailed notes, I was often verbose

Being comprehensive over brevity I chose

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As I blossomed in my medical career I began to devote

More time to writing research articles, I wrote

With emphasis on accuracy and precision

My writing would undergo multiple revisions

Before it was deemed suitable for publication

By then it had been through many iterations

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As the practice of medicine became more intense

I turned to writing for myself to make sense

Of the world at large, a blog I created

So that my urge to write could be satiated

Now I write verses that distill what I see

Happening in the world around me

In my verses I say a lot and still stay succinct

I am not bound by rules, just guided by instinct..

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I have always written, and I continue to write

In the form that for my life’s situation seems right

The longer I work in medicine the more I realize

The practice of medicine is in humility an exercise

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Answers to new questions every day researchers find

With new discoveries new paradigms in treatment are defined

As clinicians we learn to keep abreast

Of the latest developments, in treatments and tests

We think we can confidently diagnose and treat

Common conditions in our specialty, we do that on repeat

We think we know the limitations of our expertise

We can appropriately refer patients to other specialties

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Then comes along a case that appears

Usual in its presentation, we adhere

To accepted guidelines in patient management

But the outcome is unexpected- such an encounter presents

An opportunity to re-examine the limitations

Of existing knowledge, an opportunity for re-education

Such encounters keep us grounded and humble

Once in a while, all of us stumble

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They say patients do not read textbooks before they present

And I’ve realized this is true to a great extent

Each individual is different, and the natural history of each disease

Can change over time, leading to variabilities

In patient outcomes, keeping us from complacency

Truth be told, this is what makes medicine intellectually stimulating to me

My talents to the world I want to showcase

But I cannot bring myself to fully embrace

My own strengths, I am afflicted

By imposter syndrome, I stay conflicted

Between the desire to show everyone my capabilities

And staying behind the scenes, trapped in my insecurities..

When I do start talking about my achievements I fear

That boastful and arrogant to others I appear

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I’ve witnessed people confidently display

Their talents to the world, unabashedly say

How good they are at something, without a trace of arrogance

I only wish I had that kind of confidence..

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I talked myself into believing that confidence would come

With experience, as I continued to hone my skills it would become

Easier for me to display my talents without fear

But my hesitancy has not decreased in all these years

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Let me then turn inwards and review my progress

Forget about the world that I was trying to impress

Most of my life has revolved around competition in some form

Being competitive I have assumed to be a societal norm

Competing at every stage of life I have arrived

At this stage in my career, to continue to thrive

Do I still need to compete with those around me

Or can I sit back and be more carefree?

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I long to follow the latter path, but my mind seems to protest

It encourages me to be competitive to protect my interests

Competition equates comparison, comparison is the thief of joy indeed

My heart reminds me- therefore competition I do not need

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A rush of adrenaline courses through me

When I am competing actively

I am addicted to this adrenaline rush, I confess

It shoots higher when I claim success

But a crash invariably follows

The high is replaced by a resounding low

If I eliminated competition from my mind

Freed from this cycle myself I would find

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There was a time and place for competition, no doubt

It led me far, but without competition I can now do without

And lead my life, peaceful and slow

As I learn to go along with the flow

In an individualistic society we forget

That all of us need safety nets..

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Life is in the best of times, unpredictable

You may be one step away from being unable

To work, have medical coverage, or enough to eat

Though today you can do more than just make ends meet

There is a precarious balance in life that can be

Disturbed by a single event unfortunately

With your resilience you would eventually get back on your feet

But doing it all alone would be an extraordinary feat

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Our hard-working, law-abiding citizens need safety nets

That catch them before they fall, we should not let

Them languish in the trenches when struck by a stroke of bad luck

Our social systems should pull them out of the muck..

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Individually we all do our part to survive

But it is by collective effort that we thrive