When you’re first learning how to drive you have this anxious feeling that grants freedom and exploration, but once you’re forced to drive to the grocery store for your mom you feel a sense of obligation. And it takes away from the excitement that had previously been linked to driving. It’s the same with school.
“Learning is beautiful.” Those words probably never run through your mind. And that’s completely understandable. You’re bombarded with assignments almost nightly and you do them because you need to, for the grade, rather than for the sake of learning the material. So yes, I understand.
But learning is still beautiful. Every day you are in this world, this incredible world. This world that has been a home to poets, extraordinaires, visionaries, geniuses. This world in which we live in was molded by those before us. And it’s incredible how much we’ve done, us humans. There’s so much in this world to know. There’s so much to learn.
It’s good to learn, to know things. It brings awareness. And with awareness comes acceptance, understanding, and appreciation. So yes, although it may seem as if you are trapped in the classrooms forced into a continuous routine of taking in information and being tested on it, learning is still beautiful.
So when you’re sitting in the classroom, dreading every second of your attendance, try to find some purpose in what you’re doing. I know, how is there any purpose in finding x in a complicated algebraic equation, or learning about something that occurred thousands of years ago? Or reading Shakespeare, also written thousands of years ago? What’s the point? The point is this; you’re filling your brain with knowledge. Every little thing you learn expands your horizons, makes you more credible for everything you say.
We study history because we need to. Because we can’t even imagine that the holocaust had actually occurred, that millions of jews were killed, trapped, tortured. Because one day we might look evil right in the eye, and we wouldn’t even realize it until thousands of people were killed at its hands.
We learn math because there is math in everything we do. In architecture, in engineering, in science. The world built around us was built using math.
We read books written centuries before our existence because despite everything, we are still the same humans we were thousands of years ago. Because we make the same mistakes, feel the same emotions, and suffer in the same ways. And because of the literature’s ability to relate to mankind, it is timeless.
It’s kind of sad, really. Nowadays, we go to school for grades. We don’t go because we want to learn or because we want to continually improve ourselves in order to somehow be a productive member in society based on the knowledge we attained in a classroom. And it’s because we’ve lost touch with purpose. Maybe it’s overwork, maybe it’s crazy parents, maybe it’s insufficient teachers.
Sure, school’s not for everyone. You could be an artistic prodigy or a famous actor. But it’s good to be aware. You must remember that you were placed in this world to make it better.
“Learning is beautiful.” Those words probably never run through your mind. And that’s completely understandable. You’re bombarded with assignments almost nightly and you do them because you need to, for the grade, rather than for the sake of learning the material. So yes, I understand.
But learning is still beautiful. Every day you are in this world, this incredible world. This world that has been a home to poets, extraordinaires, visionaries, geniuses. This world in which we live in was molded by those before us. And it’s incredible how much we’ve done, us humans. There’s so much in this world to know. There’s so much to learn.
It’s good to learn, to know things. It brings awareness. And with awareness comes acceptance, understanding, and appreciation. So yes, although it may seem as if you are trapped in the classrooms forced into a continuous routine of taking in information and being tested on it, learning is still beautiful.
So when you’re sitting in the classroom, dreading every second of your attendance, try to find some purpose in what you’re doing. I know, how is there any purpose in finding x in a complicated algebraic equation, or learning about something that occurred thousands of years ago? Or reading Shakespeare, also written thousands of years ago? What’s the point? The point is this; you’re filling your brain with knowledge. Every little thing you learn expands your horizons, makes you more credible for everything you say.
We study history because we need to. Because we can’t even imagine that the holocaust had actually occurred, that millions of jews were killed, trapped, tortured. Because one day we might look evil right in the eye, and we wouldn’t even realize it until thousands of people were killed at its hands.
We learn math because there is math in everything we do. In architecture, in engineering, in science. The world built around us was built using math.
We read books written centuries before our existence because despite everything, we are still the same humans we were thousands of years ago. Because we make the same mistakes, feel the same emotions, and suffer in the same ways. And because of the literature’s ability to relate to mankind, it is timeless.
It’s kind of sad, really. Nowadays, we go to school for grades. We don’t go because we want to learn or because we want to continually improve ourselves in order to somehow be a productive member in society based on the knowledge we attained in a classroom. And it’s because we’ve lost touch with purpose. Maybe it’s overwork, maybe it’s crazy parents, maybe it’s insufficient teachers.
Sure, school’s not for everyone. You could be an artistic prodigy or a famous actor. But it’s good to be aware. You must remember that you were placed in this world to make it better.