Why dentistry?
The only true answer is… because it is Love.
Follow-up questions are certainly allowed.
I kept lining them up for myself relentlessly, ever since the time when my clear vision of successfully fitting grey and white matter together as a neurosurgeon — exhausted but proud, “he is saved, he will live without consequences” — suddenly and without warning, with no room or time for any other direction in my schooling, found itself at the Faculty of Dentistry.
That is exactly when the avalanches of follow-up questions began. I did not know the answers. Not to a single one of them.
Without Google, a psychologist, a life coach, Louise Hay or any similar helper, I decided to let go. I knew that God had different plans… a white coat with a rainbow sheen. It turned out, it settled, it fell into place….
Whether God, the universe, quantum physics or Karapandža's cookbook, whatever… it was done with surgical precision, tailored to my heart.
Believing in love, I live love. It served up the answers, it cleared the paths, it compressed all its shades into a single file. That was long ago. It lasts endlessly and it is called dentistry.
I define it every day to give it the shine it deserves. Never satisfied, because love has no definition.
Content, perhaps.
So let me begin…
Respect as the absolute priority towards the person who entrusts me with their health and their appearance. Grateful and indebted to each of them for the happiness they gave me with a smile, a shout of joy, a hug of acknowledgement that I brought joy into their life. If it was only one, and I have done many, then imagine how big my heart is.
Then art, as a way of expressing and freeing myself, where I pour all my creativity, gift and devotion into creating a new smile. Sculpting faces, alongside the teeth where I fulfil myself every day, is my second passion, when I let my fingers and soul shape their current reality out of clay.
Bringing my hobby into my work was surely part of a plan God once had…
If I lived a few more parallel lives, in one of them I would be a psychologist. I live that love in my profession too, in one unbreakable bond. The patient is a person, not the owner of 32 teeth. That is the point where medicine as a humane science begins, and not a tooth factory in its industrial zone.