I just got into Burnet for Easter Break a few hours ago. Maria and I spent last night at her parent's high-rise apartment in Austin. It's a really incredible place, brand new and fantastically furnished. The view from the wall of windows in the living room? Unreal.
But now I'm feeling conflicted. I've had a comfortable upbringing; I didn't exactly get whatever I wanted, but we never had to wonder how we were going to make the next house payment. As such, I've come to desire a certain degree of luxury in my life. I would dearly love to be able to one day live in the type of place Maria's parents so graciously offered to my friends and me last night.
I love acting. Every moment I spend on stage, I feel closer to some divine truth, some great spirit of humanity. I'm happy when I'm acting. It's much more play than work. So how could I give that up to pursue medicine? "You can always do community theatre, Jeff!" Yeah, but it's not the same, and everyone knows it. Or at least I would always know it. Furthermore, recent developments regarding the future of medical care in the U.S. as well as changes in my personal life have robbed a career in medicine of much of its appeal. So I'm left to wonder if I'm willing to risk a long stint of poverty to pursue my dream career or if I'd be better off just settling for something mildly interesting, useful, and safe with a nice fat paycheck.
Decisions, decisions.
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