My Journey of Discovery of my Career

 People often ask me, “A nurse? Why didn’t you choose MBBS? You didn’t even appear for the MBBS entrance exam? When you were filling out your nursing form, you could have filled for MBBS too. The syllabus was the same. You were such a brilliant student all your school life. Why just nursing?”

I’ve heard these questions a lot lately. And yes, in a way, they are valid. A student like me—good in studies, who passed high school in the bio-science stream with a good marks—might naturally be expected to become a doctor. Many think nursing is easier, something anyone can do, while becoming a doctor requires exceptional hard work and dedication.

But is that really the whole truth?

I asked myself this question before choosing nursing.

I am a 17-year-old girl who recently passed my nursing entrance examination, despite being really sick at that time. Many people tried to demotivate me from choosing nursing, but I went ahead anyway.

Why did I choose nursing?

Many people have dreamed of becoming doctors since childhood. I had that dream too. But as I grew up, I realized there are many other professions that are equally important and fulfilling. I also started feeling uncertain whenever someone asked me, “What do you want to be in the future?” Sometimes I said I wanted to be a CA, sometimes a doctor, sometimes even a cashier. The truth was—I didn’t have a clear answer. I didn’t know what I wanted, or why I wanted it.

I just went with the flow. I gave my 10th-grade exams and did well, scoring excellent grades. But from the 10th boards onward, something strange happened—I started falling sick during every examination. I don’t know why. I used to read just before exams, but during my boards, I couldn’t even do that. I took painkillers and attended exams because if I had skipped, I would have had to wait a whole year. Despite being sick, I scored well, but I always regretted not being able to perform at my absolute best. I had always wanted an A+ in my 10th boards, and that regret will probably stay with me forever.

After 10th, I didn’t know which stream to choose, so I picked science with a focus on biology—keeping my options open for the future. I passed 11th and 12th with good marks , but the question of my career still loomed large: medical or engineering? I wasn’t strong in maths, so medical felt like the right choice. Then came the big decision: MBBS or nursing?

At that time, I was scrolling through TikTok, and my “For You” page was full of nursing videos—about the pros, the opportunities, and the inspiring stories of nurses. That night, I had a dream—it may sound strange, but I saw God asking me to choose nursing. Still, I wasn’t fully convinced. Then I read about Florence Nightingale. Learning about her life made me realize that nurses are truly the backbone of medicine, essential to the healthcare system, and capable of making a huge impact on people’s lives.

And that’s when I finally knew—my heart wanted to be a nurse.

I know doctors are great, but for now, my heart and my passion lie in nursing. I don’t know exactly how my nursing school journey or life afterward will unfold, but for today, studying to become a nurse is my goal.

Let’s see where this path takes me.

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