It is past midnight and I am drinking coffee. Part of me
reassures myself that since I bought the coffee at a Korean supermarket and can’t
read the foreign words on the label, there is a 50 percent chance that it is
actually decaf, but the more sensible part of me realizes that I have probably
just cost myself several hours of sleep. Upon this realization, I take out my
contacts, put on my glasses, and prepare myself for a night of sad music and
sadder musings.
Like any other young person with an inkling of hope to
amount to something in life, I am plagued with the dilemma of what to do with
my future. Now I know that I am only one out of 7 billion people who exist on
this planet, but in kindergarten I was taught that it only takes one person to
make a difference. And since they correctly taught me how to count double-digit
numbers, list the days of the week, and spell the months in a year, I choose to
believe them on this matter as well. But what must I do to make a difference?
I used to (and still do) wonder about what job to pursue
after college, where to live, what my life goal should be. But maybe it’s not
career paths or huge life decisions that ultimately change the world. Doctors
save lives, of course, scientists help us understand the world better, businessmen
turn ideas into products, the media keeps societies connected. But maybe the
secret to making your mark on the world is that the real magic occurs in more
subtle ways. In the words of Emily Dickinson:
If I can stop one
heart from breaking,
I shall not live in
vain;
If I can ease one
life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one
fainting robin
Unto his nest
again,
I shall not live in
vain.
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