This week I thought I’d change the tone just a little bit. I stumbled upon an old post all the way in 2008. I found it interesting to post this as a time capsule, as to remind me/us of the true innocent sincerity we once possessed if we ever became Doctors. I feel patients need those traits from us as much as we do. This is a little conversation between my brain, and myself: 
Me and Myself
Brain: I often think, overthink if you will. I sometimes rationalize, and I say SOEMTIMES because often I feel there is a more dominant force. There is a power than controls me, that manipulates me into doing what it wants. I’ve tried to resist, I’ve tried to fight back, I’ve tried to ignore, only to use my brain juices and come to the conclusion that I am human, or part of a human. I searched, I looked endlessly for this mysterious boss of mine. It is you…. My self.
Self: I was created with many purposes and many needs. Needs which I share and apply to you my friend. You don’t know me, so you are quick to judge. When I’m happy, im happier than the mother of a bride, when I am sad I am sadder than he who lost his loved one, when I admire, I see with the eyes of a child looking at his ice cream, when I cry, I am that child right after u take it away. When I aspire, I am more ambitious than a scientist on the verge of a breakthrough, when I believe, I believe stronger than an Olympic athlete. When I teach, I teach with passion, with care and with absolute hope; hope that someday my student will turn out better than me and more. If the bottom of my heart had vocal cords, I would sing like a blue jay. I will not say I’m overwhelmed, for I am overwhelm it self. I am what moves you. I am what soothes you. I am what let’s you look at a green forrest, swing with the trees, sting with the bees. I have all this power. Do u not expect me to use it??
Brain: Wow! I never knew you were like that. But I’m suffering. I’m grieving. I am the source of ration. I represent sequential thinking and conceptual conclusion. I represent wise judgement, not jumping to decisions, weighing all options. You have to understand me. I’m what filters your outbursts, I’m what studies your impulses. I know the outside world more than you do. Why can’t you respect that? Why can’t u trust me? Everytime I work, I study, I think, u have to intrude. You have to intervene. If I work based on reality, based on strict concepts, what harm can come out of tht? Why can’t you let me do my thing?
Self: There is more to life than rigid concepts and strict bases. Empathy. Faith. Patience. Love. We are human. What is it that separates us from our fellow beings of other species? We are conscious, in that we can make a decision, a rational one at that, and that is your job. But what else? We can empathise for one another. We can put ourselves in others’ shoes. We have faith in a greater, more superior being. We are …. Simply human. How can you dismiss such importance? How can u so easily and surely over look?
Brain: I agree. But why is it I find myself constantly conflicting with you? Why is it we are head to head? Yes, I admit. You are the faith by which I decide to pray five times a day. You are the sadness that puts my hand in my pocket and gives those in need. You are the patience that enables me to fast, and the compassion that maks me wonder what it’s like in Africa. But you are also the greed that makes me spend. You are the need that makes me whine. You are the weakness when I struggle. You are the love that blurs my vision. You are the anger that pushes words and hurts the ones I care. You are the fear that makes me lose touch with the very one who created me. The very one who promised that with faith –that which u provide-, everything will be. But I’m done. Im fed up. I cannot continue. I would turn it over to you. I would give you full control. But it is fear that your extreme standards will do bad. But I am a brain in the end, and brains think. And I thought of something I hope you can find in your heart to join. What would happen if we were together? What would become of this kid if were hand-in-hand? Would it not be for the best? Would it not put us.him at ultimate peace…. Knowing that his actions are a result of serious thinking, and at the same time, complete satisfaction of his conscious; you?
Self: If I were a brain, I’d think it would be impossible. But I am not. I believe, I love and I serve. But wht if we disagree? Who has the final word? Who gets the final say?
Brain: The way I see it is: I am a filter for things that don’t make sense. Things that are irrational and impractical. Things that have no basis or applicable use. You are a filter for things that lack humanity, that are deficient in morality and ethics, things that do not follow the belief, the belief of islam. So why cant the final say be to those things that pass both filters? Why does it always have to be mind vs. heart? Why can’t it be the result of both? Think with me what kind of person would we produce, abilities, power, compassion, love, morals, happiness.
Self: This is weird me saying this, but that’s the best idea u’ve come up with your whole life.
enta lesh kalamk jameel kida? :’( mashallah!!!!