Fifteen years ago, when I was 35, a high school buddy told me that he was not satisfied working as an engineer and that he was thinking about going to medical school. He was concerned, however, because he was “older” and medical school would require many years of study. He told me of a conversation he had with a career counselor. It went like this:
I told her that I wanted to go to medical school, but I was already 35 years old. To get through medical school would take four years. And then I would have to spend a year being an intern, as well as three more years being a resident. I told her that I would be 43 years old by the time I became a doctor.
She asked me, “how old will you be in eight years if you don’t go to medical school?”
The woman gave wise advice in the form of a simple question. Time is going to pass, so it’s really not a matter of counting years. Rather, it’s a matter of what you are going to do with those years. Are you going to use them, or not use them, to do what what you consider to be important?
[Epilogue: My high school buddy started medical school, but then decided it was not a good fit. He returned to being an engineer.]
Interesting but the advise were given in form of supporting the idea (or at least thats how it read) when it should be like (time isn't the issue)