Better Judgment Notes

Why I Want to Work Hard on My Research

I want to develop my abilities so I can give willingly to others. When I consider my own selfishness and insecurity, that reason seems more likely to keep me going.

Today I thought again about why I study and do research. I could work just as hard, write just as many papers, and achieve the same visible results. But I think the reason behind that effort could make a substantial difference to how long I can keep going and how happy I feel along the way.

Wanting to become a better researcher, earn more money, secure more funding, and publish more papers all seem like natural reasons to work hard. Working toward the financial freedom I want is a meaningful goal, too. But I think I would tire easily if those were my only reasons. There is no end to how much money I could want, and even becoming the richest person in the world would not feel particularly meaningful to me. I am not sure that kind of motivation would last very long for me.

Maybe that is just my disposition. When I travel, I enjoy the destination, but I feel more rewarded when the people I am with are happy. Eating something delicious or staying somewhere nice does not do much for me on its own. Helping someone seems to make me much happier.

When I think of the happiest moment in my life, I remember something that happened at a bus stop. A child was struggling with an umbrella that had turned inside out, and no one was helping. I handed the child my umbrella and asked, “Would you hold this for a moment?” I straightened out theirs, gave it back, and simply went on my way.

Yet I felt incredibly happy, in a way I could not quite explain. Looking back, I do not think I felt that happy when I got into university, had a paper accepted, or finished my PhD. It was such a small thing, but it remains the happiest moment I can remember.

The other happiest moments in my life seem similar. Many were moments when I felt that I wanted to love other people and do something for them. I seem to feel happier when I have that intention than when I think about living comfortably myself.

That made me want to study and do research so I can become someone with more to give. Thinking about it that way made me feel that I need to develop my abilities much further.

I have self-centered and selfish impulses, too. I want to protect my own interests, and sometimes I feel insecure about my position. Because I know that about myself, I think becoming more capable matters even more. I want to be able to help others without feeling so threatened about my own situation.

For example, if I had been comfortably at the top of my class in high school, I think I could have helped the students ranked second or third without feeling uneasy. If I were a highly capable professor, I think I could willingly let an outstanding student graduate and move on. I would feel confident that I could continue doing my own work well after they left.

If, on the other hand, I felt that my abilities were inadequate and my position was precarious, someone else’s growth might feel threatening. I might hesitate to share what I know or want to keep someone I depend on from leaving. I can imagine the temptation to pull up the ladder behind me arising that way.

It would take a lot of work on myself to overcome that insecurity. But even if I managed to help others by working on myself, I do not know what I should do if I fell behind to the point where I lost the ability to keep helping. I want to keep giving over a long time. Thinking that far ahead makes me feel that I need to become much more capable.

Straightening out that child’s umbrella was not a great sacrifice for me. I was healthy, and standing in the rain for five to ten seconds was no trouble. If moving around had been difficult for me, the same act might have taken much more effort. I admire people who help despite those difficulties. For me, it was something I could do quite easily because I was able to do it.

I want more of my help to come that easily. If I knew more, could do more, and had more to share, I think I could give more readily without having to become extraordinarily selfless. I would not have to work so hard to overcome my insecurity each time I helped someone.

I will keep studying hard, writing papers, and trying to become a good researcher. But thinking of that effort as a way to become someone who can willingly give love to others makes it feel different to me. The number of papers I write or the funding I receive might be the same, but I think this reason could help me work longer and feel happier doing it.