By med-4fun on Skatehive
As a young doctor, I spend a lot of my days listening to pain—chest pain, stomach pain, and the quiet ache of anxiety hidden behind tired eyes. But lately, there’s another kind of pain echoing outside the hospital walls. It’s the chants, the footsteps, and the raw voices of my generation—Nepal’s Gen Z—rising in protest. The Restlessness We All Feel I look at my patients, many of them young like me, and I know the truth: our illness isn’t just physical. It’s the fear of not knowing if hard work will ever pay off. It’s the pain of seeing talent wasted while corruption thrives. It’s the feeling that no matter how much we study, struggle, or sacrifice, the system is stacked against us. I see this in my friends too—doctors, engineers, and students. They are brilliant minds with passports ready, eager to leave the country we all love because hope feels like something we can’t afford. The Protest Is Personal When I see Gen Z in the streets shouting for dignity, jobs, and justice, it feels per