The "Curiositers"

There was never a day I did not ask my mother a question. Ranging anywhere from why the grass sparkled with dew after a shower the night before, to what the fellow pacing the sidewalk with a phone to his ear was thinking, to why God took Grandpa to heaven last month, I had an overwhelming desire to understand why the world was unraveling around me in the exact mosaic that it was. Like a scrambled puzzle, I found answers to my questions here and there, but could never be satisfied with what was still missing from the entire picture. I reasoned with myself that there had to be more behind every “why” – more to question, more to understand, and more to explain. Quite frankly, saying I was born with innate curiosity that would come to define me as an individual would be an understatement, and saying that I am inspired daily as a result of such inquisitiveness would be nothing but the truth.
            Of course, I still find my mind wondering into space periodically throughout the day – two of my specialties: questioning the theory of parallel universes and why the sun seems to simply fade into another galaxy during fall in central Illinois. I like to refer to these sorts of questions as rocks. Admittedly, the scroll of these obscure curiosities I have could stretch from the nearest cornfield by my school all the way to rosy California and back again. They’re everywhere and lay a fundamental foundation of what gives me the ground I need to stand on to brush my fingertips across the sky of my deepest, most riveting intellectual curiosities.
            In time and with experience, I have found that science is a platform in which I am most proficient in investigating such curiosities for the mere reason that there are endless questions to be asked and endless ways to ask them. Whether or not such inquiries are answerable anytime soon is another matter, though not the important one. Being able to wonder passionately is an invaluable gift that opens doors upon doors of possibility in the world and the affect one has on it. Such a humble appreciation for knowledge is what allows the thinkers, the innovators, the motivators, the game-changers, and the curiositers to synthetically influence time and space of the present, as well as the future.

            Since realizing my direction is in science and more specifically, medicine and medical research, I have made valuable revelations about myself that give me insight on who I want to paint myself to be, how I plan on doing so, and what I will be able to achieve alongside fellow curiositers inspired to ask questions, and in all seriousness, change the world.

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