
My friend said it was funny. He has somehow found the words to share some of his most private thoughts and feelings with me, while I, the very "incarnation of openness", the writer, the dreamer, the poet, have gone days and nights for months now, utterly broken by my inability to find the perfect words to swirl my brush in and paint with. It is in these moments that I am reminded again of just how fragile I can be. After all, while I am passionately in love with the idea of walking by faith and not by sight, I tend to scrunch my face up in such a way that I can still peek through the tiniest slits and watch to see if things are going the way I want them to. I don't think that we realize often enough just how frail humanity truly is. We are temporary: mortal, easily broken, and brutally so, a tiny, flickering flame easily snuffed out by the smallest wind; a thin, fragile thread easily snapped and broken, blown away, forgotten and gone forever.
I am the girl who wants to love and to serve, to be the hands cupped around the flame as it threatens to give out, the fingers that hold the tiniest threads of life together at the moments when they are at their weakest. I want to weave the threads of life back together again, to save what would otherwise be lost. I want to heal: not just to mend injured flesh and broken brains and bones and bodies, but also broken hearts and souls. I want to serve in the times of greatest need, in the moments when people lie there, staring the harsh reality of their own frailty square in the face, to look into their eyes and treat them, even as I treat the illness riddling their body.
I am the girl who wants to study medicine. The more and more I delve into science and explore the wonders and mysteries of the human mind and body, the more and more convinced I am that there is indeed a God, a God who deliberately wired me with this passion so that I might use it to bring about healing. Maybe, in part, I would prefer not to believe that I struggled to wrap my mind around the physics of a world suddenly exploded into being some 14 billion years ago, or that I went through three reams of paper, eighteen packages of pencil lead, and six whiteboard markers memorizing the almost painfully similar structures and enzymes of a glycolytic pathway somehow perfected over millions of years of coincidence. The nuances of science aside, the brain, in particular, thrills me like nothing else; studying how different factors interact and interfere with each other to determine precisely which cell becomes a neuroblast and which of these cells becomes a neuron and which a glial cell leaves me standing in utter awe and amazement before God. I want more of this; I want more than this. I want more than simply science and understanding. I want to use what I know to serve others. I am the girl who wants to be God's, the girl who wants her hands to be God's; the girl who wants her fingers to dance in perfect concert over the keys alongside the gifted hands of the other nurses and doctors, an entire orchestra working together to unleash the beautiful symphony of healing.
I am the girl who knows just how beautiful and painful healing can be at the same time. I've been there; I know what it's like. I was the girl who reached out to help someone; I was the girl who got hurt instead. Today, I am the girl who is not afraid of being hurt. I am the girl who tries to find beauty even when the pieces are broken and small. I am the girl who celebrates vulnerability, but I am also the girl who struggles with humility. I am the girl who lives to learn; I am the girl who has much to learn. And I know that someday, everything I don't understand will be made clear. Someday, God will take in his hands the threads of what was once fragile and frail and weave it into something beautiful and strong. But until then, I'll keep the candle burning.

call me: Prissibirthday: October 10
hobbies: piano, singing, songwriting, writing, reading, LiveJournal Support, looking up at the stars in silent awe
occupation: student physician, pianist, aspiring singer-songwriter, LiveJournal Support Administrator

food: anything home-cooked
soup: ham choi tong, cream-based soups
drink: honeydew milk tea with boba
dessert: ice-cream, strawberry mochi ice-cream
music genre: contempoary christian (CCM), praise, acoustic piano or guitar-based music
musical artists: Angela Aki, Nichole Nordeman, Bethany Dillon
bible verse: Zephaniah 4:17
movies: Patch Adams, Enchanted, Dreamer, I am Sam
musicals: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, Wicked, bare: a Pop Opera
tv shows: House, Scrubs, How I Met Your Mother
quotes:
"Worship takes place, ideally, every day of our lives, in and through all that we do." -Bob Sorge
"Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle." -Anna Quindlen
"Forgiveness is the fragrance of the violet which still clings fast to the heel that crushed it." -George Roemischanime: Tiny Snow Fairy Sugar
anime characters: Sugar from Tiny Snow Fairy Sugar, Usagi from Sailormoon

Temperament portrait from advisorteam.com
- idealists are enthusiastic, they trust their intution, yearn for romance, seek their true self, prize meaningful relationships, and dream of attaining wisdom
- idealists pride themselves on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic
- idealists tend to be giving, trusting, spiritual, and they are focused on personal journeys and human potentials
- idealists make intense mates, nurturing parents, and inspirational leaders
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