The days have just been zipping by, and before I forget, I thought I’d share why I made that random comment about the nature of Fate (also equivalent to the human brain’s necessity to find meta-patterns)—obviously said phenomenon is highly variable among the poulation, but that’s beside the point.

Roughly 21 years perfroce (I do not know the exact year) my father was faced with a similar choice right after the July 4th weekend, which was to translocate ASAP from sunny California to the Midwest or not. The parallel is rough, but my mind is completely sold on it, although the outcome and the circumstances are quite dissimilar. Whereas my father never imagined becoming a physician, and yet against all odds and almost against his volition, became one, I, who have endeavored to this august profession as long as my consciousness existed, will, despite the proddings and pokings, decide to go elsewhere.

Of course, it makes it difficult to justify, at least to others, why I am here, and yet I do not feel much regret for choosing what I have chosen. I have but to discover the true reason I am here, and then I will feel a bit more complete—and yet perhaps completion will always be unattainable—such is the fate of Gödel bounded systems…