Even though our lives are obscured with the fog of the future, I feel that pursuing a researcher's career is still filled with dimmer shades of uncertainty compared to other more stable jobs. It might come to mind of some readers that research is actually pretty well paying and not-so-turbulent occupation. I agree, but rather than losing my job or position, I fear not being able to prove myself worthful to other people. In other words, I could not stop myself from pursuing fame.
Some say that the only reason to live is to enjoy. The only reason to research is because you dearly like it. While I mostly agree, I sometimes feel that there is something beyond that: it is religious in some sense, but it does not involve any godly figure. The progression of our world: is it definite and absolute, unlike many other aspects of our lives? If we know the way to change the world into a better place(or even more, the best place), we might be able to conclude that the only type of lives worth living is that of influential figure who could change the world, not that of free-minded explorers who delve into their subjects of interest.
I think this conclusion is absurd, but can't free myself from the concept of progression.
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