Guilt-ridden
Today has been a day filled with guilty moments. First, I woke up feeling guilty about not having studied enough for my Macro exam. When I went in to see my advisor about summer proposals, I felt guilty for not taking more steps to form solid summer plans earlier. After reading my email, I felt guilty for not donating to MIT. So, after donating what amounts to little more than pocket change to this institution which had me trapped in concrete for 4 years, I started feeling guilty for not donating to my high school… which should somehow be just as deserving and in greater need, or so I thought.
Then, when I read my friend’s posts about her progress with chemotherapy, I felt guilty for studying random abstract (read “useless”) economic models when there were so many people in the world suffering from illness. Why, I asked myself, did I switch from Biology, a field that had such potential to improve human health and ease suffering, to Finance, which on a practical level seems to serve only to make rich people richer?
Ah. I smile as my existentialist crisis looms ahead…
