So here I am after all the experiences, all the highs and lows. Finally, I bring you to a new chapter of my story, my present life. In 2014, I had completed the medical degree I had desired so much. It was an amazing moment that gave me a revelation about my life. I believed that I could do anything if I put my mind to it. I thought back to when I was in high school, when career advisers told me I could not get through medical school. When I faced failures at university. And at times when it appeared all hope was lost. I realised within myself, that it was only my mind that stopped me from achieving what I knew I was destined for.

After the novelty of realising I was a doctor faded away, I had returned back to Australia only to arrive at a very sobering realisation. The realisation that I could do anything I put my mind to, made me ask the question, “Why do I want to work in a hospital?” There are many reasons why I began to feel this way. One of them was seeing how hard my dad worked to attain a certain lifestyle he desired, only to lose it all in one sweeping moment.

Another reason was the unravelling of my naivety that I held of society. After my family’s unfortunate circumstances with the conman, I had come to realise that corruption was very real. It wasn’t a fictional story I used to see in the movies. Humanity had a weakness, and I could see this weakness playing out in several areas of our functioning societal system, as I sought to get justice for my family. I began to see the hidden deceptions.

I could see what was happening in our medical system. When I looked at a hospital, I saw a building filled with so many different types of people. People who entered the medical field for the reward of money and recognition in academia. People who felt a sense of service to their fellow man. People who felt empowered in healing others. Patients who came in so vulnerable not knowing what future laid in front of them. And people who were a combination of all of the above. I realised I was one of them.

On the surface, this is what most people would see. But underneath all of this, I could see another hidden reality that was the source of many of the issues the health industry faces today. It was greed. Like the unravelling of a matrix, I started to see that the sick were a necessary commodity in order for medicines to be utilised and profited. The stereotypes, medical culture, and sweeteners, were candy offerings for medical staff in order for them to stay in and facilitate the system.

Then I realised it wasn’t just the medical system that had issues. Everything was interlinked. The world economy depends substantially on the profits of pharmaceutical industries, which further entrenches us in this medical system that we have. The sick come in droves due to the poorer quality of foods that are made available to us, and the lifestyle we live by. The modern lifestyle has made us focus more on employment than our own well-being and health. Many people work themselves to illness, only to end up at a hospital, receive medications, and use these medications to simulate the same lifestyle that led their health to this situation in the first place. It’s a ticking time bomb where eventually, after years of purchasing medications, our bodies stop responding to treatment.

Everything we have at our disposal today is based on convenience. We fall into a lifestyle where our work predominates over everything else. Our food today is manufactured in mass production, mixed in hormones and chemicals to further profits. We work so hard to earn a living, have little time to look for healthier alternatives, and we neglect our own physical fitness. While there are many out there that try to keep a balanced lifestyle, the truth is most of the world’s population does not.

As a kid, I desired to become a doctor to serve people. Yet as I began to breakaway the hidden illusions behind our reality, I felt that I would not be truly helping people by working inside of a hospital. Perhaps temporarily yes, as a Band-Aid approach. But how long does one hold onto a Band-Aid?

Then there was my family financial situation. Our family had become so crippled financially, that it was up to me to turn things around. It was a blessing in disguise. I started thinking of innovative ways of creating a lifestyle, where one could earn money doing what you loved, had the free time to enjoy life and spend most of it with loved ones, and live a healthy lifestyle. This had led me down a path where I would take notice of the wealthy people in the world and see what they did to achieve such a lifestyle. It was clear to me that what my family had been doing for years was not the same approach that the wealthy took in order to create their own abundance.

In thinking this way, much of my family became concerned in my sudden change of direction. How could a medical graduate that went all the way to Hungary, decide not to practice anymore? With voices flying all around, my mind was filled with confusion. It was torn between the corruption I could see play out in our society, and my drive to avenge my family’s losses. I knew what I wanted in my heart, yet I had no idea of how I would get there.