Mind Against the Paradox of Practice

I wish you happiness.

I wish you luck.

I wish you become a great doctor, too.

I feel sad for you.

I know I'm wrong for feeling sad.

I hope my sadness isn't equivocal to pity

I know that you don't want to be pitied upon

'cause you don't deserve this.

I'm disgusted why THEY still allowed you to enter med school.

I'm disgusted why they allowed you to feel this pain.

I admire how you fight for this.

I admire your bravery and endurance in this battle

But always remember, fights also have their troughs

So now, here's my last harmless query:

How can you be a doctor if you have a broken mind?