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Monday, March 4, 2024
The Observer

When breath becomes air

There’s a very slim line between the dioxide humans breathe and the one that mingles around in the atmosphere.

When we are born, we become a creature that captures the O2 with a simple pump from our lungs and turn it into life. However, with life, with that breath, comes a price that disguises itself in many responsibilities and pressures. We are born into a linear non-stop highway with many road symbols that dictate a phase that we must complete. We need to go to high school, college, and get married, plus a career.

It seems like life isn’t as spontaneous as birth. But that’s the thing of life — we never know what is going to happen.

I thoroughly believe I will graduate Notre Dame with a neuroscience and behavior degree and go to medical school to finish a career in cardiology. After, I will get a home in Miami, have two kids, maybe get a horse.

But, this is not a given, and I’ve come to accept it.

The thing is thinking of where we are headed — our future — brings a lot of anxiety. So, you come to terms with the fact that you don’t know what’s coming. Peace is only obtainable if you let go. I do not know what I will become, I think I know, but I don’t. All I know is that I am human, and live like humans do: One second at a time. I can only prepare for what’s expected to come, which lies in plans for goals. I have faith enough in myself that I will take a path that will leave me satisfied with myself. I think I can have faith in myself, which leads into who will I become. I think this allows me to see with more clarity my future path and the possibility of it happening.

So, at this moment, I might be very adamant in a long fruitful career in the field of medicine; but who knows where I’ll end up. That is, I am the one who knows me best. My instinct will lead me to take the most advantage of my four years here that hopefully will be to go to medical school. But, life changes, so I can’t say with certainty I know who I will become, but that it’ll be worth it.

The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.