We humans don't have our priorities set straight. 
    I don't mean to be offensive in any way. I'm also not just saying that to say it. The sentence above is a simple fact of life. The most selfless, humble person will have times when they have to choose between something and want to go with the choice that benefits them the most. Sometimes it's a question of whether to eat the french fries or go with the salad; other times it's a career choice.
    Whatever it is, humankind has a tendency to go with whatever will make them happier in that particular moment. Hey, screw the salad! I'll run the calories off later...as long as it doesn't interfere with watching Keeping up With the Kardashians. So maybe I'll just not run it off tomorrow. But next time, I'm definitely choosing the salad...
    You see where this is going. But thanks to enough people out there having both willpower and a fierce hatred of procrastination, our world is still able to move along despite all of these priority problems. The fact still is that when it comes to this stuff, about 99.99999999 percent of us still need work in the priority department. 
    Where this is all leading to is something I mentioned above. A career choice. For me. That I'll most likely be doing the rest of my life. Now, I might be a wee bit young to be thinking about all of this, but hey! You can never start too soon! Unless you're one of those crazy soccer Moms getting your kid into the sport at 4 1/2 in hopes they'll earn a scholarship or something. 
    Okay. So here's my problem. I love writing. You can msot likely tell because I have a short story and poetry section on here. For whatever reason, I can't stay away from the pen and paper for my life. I live writing. I breathe writing. Well, hopefully I don't breathe it. I would really hate to get those smelly ink fumes in my system. Yuck.
    Of course, it's only natural for me to be a writer when I grow up. Not only would I get to sit at the computer all day and write stories, but I get paid to do that. There is nothing better to me. The work hours also seem to be a bit more lenient than the rest. Not to brag, but I can type pretty fast, so I'd probably have time to chill out before everything's due.
    There's just a small problem. Ever since I've been a little kid, I've had a strong desire to help people. I bounced back from being US President, Mayor Of An At Risk City, Humanitarian, and even a version of Supergirl, without the really revealing costume. Finally, after realizing that politics have more to do about charisma and power than actually helping stuff, I looked into the medical field.
    I was stumped. There were so many choices! Finally, I decided that I wanted to mainly work on the human brain. After proudly announcing that I was going to be a psychologist, I got laughs and even, "God, that's the worst job I could imagine!" Yeah....it didn't boil over well. So I thought for a good while longer about what I wanted to be medicalwise. Finally, I decided.
    I wanted to be a schizophrenia geneticist.
    Allow me to explain. Schizophrenia is a mental illness where the lines between reality and nonreality are blurred. This causes people to have it to have both visual and audio hallucinations. Some side effects are extreme paranoia and detatchment. It's pretty bad. Also, I have a family history of it, so it's a cause close to my heart.
    The question I have about it is what exactly do people have in their genetic codes that gives them the potential for getting it? What turns the "switch" on, and what gives people the "switch" in the first place? As a schizophrenic geneticist, I would research that and try to figure out not only how to turn the "switch" off but to also be able to tell someone if they have the potential for acquiring this mental illness.
    If I were to be successful in this research or contribute an important piece of material to this study, I'd be helping a lot of people. And that's all I want to do, is to help as many people as possible. Now, I might not EXACTLY go into genetics, but if I were to go into the medical field I would want to be reasearching and finding a cure for schizophrenia. 
    So now I will have to eventually choose what I want to pursue. Do I want to be a writer, which will give me happiness and a job I love, or a schizophrenic reseracher, which is a job that could give me satisfaction in the long term and will be an effort to help people? I'm honestly stuck and I don't know what to do. I know what the obvious answer should be, but I'm committing my whole life to this.
    Again, we humans do not have our priorities set straight.
    So what do you guys think? What should I do? Any feedback would be great. In the meanwhile, I think I'm going to go write a poem now. Or listen to Evanescence. I'll actually probably do both.                        

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