The Inner Turmoil

Lying in bed next to my roomie in this cube, thinking to myself if this is what I wanted from life.How will I become a successful doctor in future if I can not even treat myself from the ailments my life is exposing to? Aren't doctors supposed to be perfect? Handling dissappointments, contradictions,tears,pain, battlefield of life and death, this puts me in doubt? Am I qualified enough to be the epitome of this perfection? It took me years to realize what I wanted to be in life. And rightnow when I am almost here, and certainly be there in few years, undoubtedly will make it through too but will I become the superlative form of a human being as one in my profession should be?