Upon reading Franz Kafka, throughout the short story of his writing life, there were some encounters that felt as if it was my life in print. Franz Kafka, in my opinion, was a man who lived in his own personal nightmare that most of us fear. To my surprise, his nightmare was one of my darkest fears. Franz Kafka was his worst critic, overthought, could never please his family, and never new what his destiny was. Because of this, it makes me relate to him way more than anticipated. To clarify, after my first semester, in college, of pursuing the Registered Nurse program there was something about it that did not make me as happy as it did in high school. Spending three years of high school taking up all the medical courses provided was for nothing