Why am I here?

I am Marvin A. Wynant, M.D.   <--- That's something I'd like to say confidently in a few years time.  However, now at 25 years of age, I can only simply say that I am a 3rd year medical student at the University of Santo Tomas (the royal and pontifical Catholic.. yadda, yadda... alam niyo na 'yan)

By the way this is me

I like taking stupid pictures of myself.  So don't worry, that's not my everyday look.

I'd like to say that I'm not your ordinary medicine student.  While most medicine students rush home after classes (some after spending a couple hours at the gym or playing DOTA), I rush to rehearsals.

I dance.  It fuels me.  I come home tired and worn out, but always alive and fulfilled.  I've been taking dancing seriously since I was a freshman in college (2005) and although other passions should take a backseat to medicine, dancing has always been there trying to grab ahold of the steering wheel.

While my classmates have their noses stuck in their books or their highlighters giving life to their handouts, I can be found stretching, spinning, sauté-ing.

Honestly, my grades do suffer from this. I should be on semester break now, but I didn't do well enough in Psychiatry and Radiology to completely pass the subject.  I have to take remedial exams to get a passing grade.  (Radiology exam will be later by the way, and yet here I am creating a blog)

But could you live without passion?  In a world where everyday drains you emotionally, mentally, physically (the true life of a medicine student), what would you run to?

Forget smoking (trying to), forget drinking (that's only for the weekends).  Do something that can tap into your deepest emotions.  Do something that allows you to physically release what's been weighing down on your soul.

So with medicine and dancing taking up my time and my spare time, why write a blog? Inggitera ako eh.  Haha.  No, but really, in high school, I wanted to be a broadcast journalist.  I was part of the school newspaper and the yearbook staff, and took up college english in my junior year of high school.  (So where'd medicine come into play?) I developed an ardor for writing.  I felt a certain warmth when I wrote.  It's something I'd never want to let go of.

Just as the audio and visual aspects of dance can affect the emotions, the written word has its own immense power.  A power to move; a power to influence.  I have already moved through dance.  Maybe this time I can move through words.

So why am I here?

...why not, Wynant?