Two months have flown by bringing me nearer to my career. I drifted along days without making sure I live today better than the day before. Not to say meeting the requirements of my dedicated lecturers, I am not satisfied with myself either.
"From the last time I saw you, you had deteriorated." Said DK, tenderly.
"Your exam is near, I am worried about you." Dr. B pressured.
"You should have known this during your early phase of medical school. " Dr. T concerned.
"So you are the worst group?" Joked Dr. K.
"Am I giving my best?" I questioned.
Work harder, will I?
Despite repeatedly saying the same thing to myself, allow me once more. I want to do better!
I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. - Phil 4: 14-