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The Happiest Doctor

By Dinny


There once lived a man who was always sad and depressed.

He wanted to become so many things. At first, he dreamed of becoming a doctor. He studied hard and eventually fulfilled that dream, earning his MBBS degree.

But after becoming a doctor, he wasn’t satisfied. Now, he wanted to become an MD. There were already so many MBBS doctors, he thought, and he wanted to earn more, to stand out. So, he studied even harder and finally became an MD.

He began earning a lot of money, but his life grew busier and busier — endless surgeries, long hours, constant stress. Despite all his success, something was still missing.

Then one day, tragedy struck. He was in a terrible accident and fell into a coma.

After a year, he miraculously woke up. But the doctor treating him had heartbreaking news:

“I’m sorry, but you’ve lost all your memories in the accident.”

What happened next surprised everyone. The once gloomy and anxious man was now radiating joy. He was cheerful all the time, smiling endlessly. People around him were puzzled.

“How are you so happy all the time?” they asked. “What’s your secret?”

He simply replied, “I don’t remember.”

Everyone laughed, thinking he was joking — but he wasn’t. He truly didn’t remember. Yet, in that very forgetfulness lay something profound.

The man who once lived burdened by ambition and anxiety was now free. By losing his memories, he had lost his regrets of the past and his fears of the future. For the first time, he was living fully in the present moment.

All his life, he had been running — trying to become something, chasing dreams to fill the emptiness inside him. But now, with no past to hold him down and no future to chase, he had found peace.

If only humanity could live like that — forgetting itself every day, letting go of the weight of yesterday and the worries of tomorrow — the world could truly become a heaven on earth.


By Dinny

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