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For a scholarship, I got the chance to write about something that I think is becoming more and more important as Western society develops: compassion. My goal in life is to go to college, get into medical school, and become a neurologist. How will this help anyone? Well, I want to study the brain, but I also want to help people. I want to do research on neurological problems, problems like Alzheimers, and find a way to prevent or even cure it. I want to learn how mental disorders physically manifest themselves in our brains, and how to fix them without using drugs that cause withdrawals and other horrid side effects. Ultimately, I want to help people through fulfilling my fascination with the nervous system. I don’t want to see people losing their grip on their lives as a result of dementia, forgetting who loves them and how to eat, and I don’t think anyone else wants to see that happen anymore either. Maybe I won’t be able to cure or fix these things in my lifetime, even with the education, but I want to try. So, if you want to give someone the opportunity to make a difference, reblog this, go to the link, and vote. It’s greatly appreciated, and all I want is to change at least one thing in our lives for the better.

Time.

How does time work?

We experience time linearly, in a set order: we remember yesterday, the day before, and a few years ago, and so on. But, experience =/= reality. For example, with our eyes, we can see every possible color that results from the combination of blue, yellow, and red, since we have three cones in our eyes that allow us to see these colors. And yet, it’s recently been found that marsupials have four cones - the fourth allowing them to see UV radiation. This is something we will never be able to experience truly seeing with our own naked eyes.

So, I wonder, is time the same? What is time, exactly? As far as we know, it’s merely a measurement between one point in time to another. And that brings up another thought. Thinking mathematically, something I despise doing, what if time were much like a graph? That is to say, each moment in time, each millisecond, would be a point on a line on the graph, each line being different for each person, or each living thing able to perceive a change in time. Or, what if each point in time is it’s own dimension? And we aren’t traveling through time in one set linear direction, we’re passing through each point, each dimension, while they all occur next to each other infinitely and simultaneously. What would this mean for us? Probably nothing, but something we take for granted, which is the flow of time, seems somehow more important when it’s broken down, questioned.

nighthawk

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest.

vellichor

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

Standards

Morality: Considering how one’s actions might affect others before performing them, and choosing the more altruistic route.

Fear: Considering the personal consequences of one’s actions, and thinking of ways to avoid them, instead of altering the actions.

Honestly, with the world we live in today, which standard do we truly live by?

And then let’s remember, when we judge someone, “those who live in glass houses should not cast the first stone”.

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