I’ve lived in the same place for about seven years now.
Sometimes I’ll drive through town, on the same little road that I’ve driven
down a thousand times, and I’ll ask myself, when did they put that building up?
How long has that house been there? It’s as if I’m so familiar to the area that
I don’t even realize that I’m unaware of how it looks. Weird right?
I’m
experiencing this same feeling in the library. I’m in the library with three
friends, and like any typical group of college kids, we’re at this huge table
with four laptops and paper scattered everywhere. There’re about ten other
tables on this floor that look exactly the same. It's such a familiar scene until I look at is as if I've never seen it before. So I start to wonder whyyy we’re doing all this work. Well obviously because we want good jobs, so we can
find compatible mates, so we can feed our children, for our own sense of
accomplishment.
I
don’t know if it’s because I’m writing a paper for biology, which started the
semester off with evolution, but I just wonder how reading, writing, and
memorization came to determine our success as people. Hundreds of years ago,
the man who could hunt was the best provider for his family. People with skill
were successful in their trade. I wonder how many of us pre-med students with
3.6 GPA’s will go on to med school and never adequately suture a patient. And I
wonder where the artist with the steady hands is. The artist that could detect
the slightest disruption in symmetry but didn’t understand algorithms or
chemical bonds. The point of my random rant is that for the longest time we’ve
believed “survival of the fittest,” but what’s “fit” has changed, it is changing. I wonder what the road to
“success” will look like 50 years from now.
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