I often have bouts of panic here where I am suddenly hit with a wave of my intrinsic self-doubt of "what on earth am I doing here?" Sometimes my ultimate goal of going to medical school trudges in the shadows of figuring out my life. The title of this post comes from a poem in JRR Tolkein's Lord Of the Rings, but I actually came across it upon purchasing a print for my room (as I've never read LOTR.) It serves as a nice reminder on my wall that even if sometimes the journey overpowers the destination, it is not in vain. Here is the poem c/o Wikipedia:
- All that is gold does not glitter,
- Not all those who wander are lost;
- The old that is strong does not wither,
- Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
- From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
- A light from the shadows shall spring;
- Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
- The crownless again shall be king.