The lonely road:
The lonely road.
One never walked.
Never taken.
No playbook.
Making it up as you go.
It’s hard.
It’s tough.
It’s lonely.
Some days you feel on top of the world.
Like you have everything figured out.
Other days, it makes no sense.
So much volatility.
So much self doubt.
So much introspection.
Was this the right path?
Should I have chosen this?
This winding life?
Being a doctor would’ve been easy.
Simple.
Do the job.
Do that for 30 years.
Make 250k+ and never stop.
That life was there for me.
In front of me.
It’s the life most of my friends chose.
The life my classmates chose.
The one my brother chose.
Being a doctor.
Yet I decided to do something different.
To leave it all behind.
To enter a new world.
One I didn’t know much about.
Had no context in.
Never trained for.
Yet got into.
And somehow, I survived.
I made it here.
7 years in the healthcare venture business.
That’s not nothing.
Sitting on boards.
Leading deals.
Analyzing over a thousand biotech companies.
I did all of that.
Even when it doesn’t feel like it.
That has to be worth something right?
I think so.
But I don’t know.
I don’t know any of this.
If any of this is worth it.
If this is what I should be doing.
Writing.
Jotting my thoughts on paper hoping they make sense.
Hoping one day someone will read this.
That this will help someone.
I don’t know.
There are some days when it doesn’t make sense.
When you wish you had the stability.
I’m about to turn 30 and it feels like I’m starting from scratch.
Starting from zero.
Starting from nothing.
None of these are objectively true, but that’s how I feel.
A new challenge.
A new chapter.
A new phase of my life.
Everyone goes through phases.
This is how life works.
Seasons.
Some seasons you’ll be up.
Everything will be going well.
All will make sense.
And others, it won’t.
You’ll struggle.
You’ll suffer.
You’ll face difficulties you didn’t expect.
That’s normal.
That’s part of life.
The struggle for me is there is no roadmap.
There is no plan that I can follow.
No person I can look up to and model my life after.
Not many people go from being a doctor to being a healthcare investor and writer.
Not to mention a guy who’s read 300+ books, written 1100 blog posts and 2 books.
Plus someone who runs marathons and is training for an Ironman.
There’s no person out there like that.
And if there is, please introduce me to him because I would love to talk to him one day.
Ask him how he makes sense of this.
How he navigates this difficult time.
This part of the journey has been hard.
It’s been a struggle.
Everything going so well when one day you wake it up and it’s all taken away from you.
Just for speaking your mind.
For defending those who have no voice.
But that’s life.
That’s the life you chose.
The one where you’re honest.
Courageous.
Bold.
Speaking truth.
This what you’ve decided you wanted your life to be.
So you have to live with the consequences.
To live and die by your sword.
Sometimes it’ll be in your hand conquering the next demon.
Other times it’ll pierce your body reminding you how fragile this all this.
But no matter what, you’ve always made it work.
You’ve always figured it out.
You’ve always come out better for this.
Your back has been against the wall before.
Back in high school before dropping out of IB.
And leaving medicine.
Both of those chapters were big decision points.
You could’ve followed the easy path.
The one that made sense.
The one right in front of you.
Yet you chose something different.
You chose to walk alone.
You chose to go on your own.
And here you are.
Still walking the lonely road.
Just remember, you’ll never walk alone.
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