The Researcher

There are people in this world who are doing some incredibly valuable work – like research into ovarian cancer. That’s a very exclusive statement of course. The more I think about it, the more I realise that anyone who does their job with alacrity and passion is doing valuable work. Take an airport security guard. Their attention to detail is of paramount importance. Or what about a musician? The pianoman’s updating of the chart on his iPad or the violinist’s noting down changes on her hard copies? Isn’t that valuable work?

For most of my life, I’ve been in power-save mode. I’ve done little or misguided activities – anything but that which can be described as valuable. That’s a shame in both senses of the phrase. It’s not only disappointing, but also morally wayward by whatever definition of the term.

I see that it’s my duty not only to myself, but also to the society I live in to redress that imbalance. The example of the young woman who was flying back from Morocco to start her PhD program inspires me to do this.