So as a budding scientist, I'm learning more and more about how research is conducted, and all that good stuff. From how it's based on logic, on creativity, and to the constraints that is budget and funding.
But then the process of conducting research began to seem monotonous to me. All creativity aside, in its bare form, a big part of it is essentially following the scientific method. And of course, the mitigating factor in every life venture, is the pressure. The pressure do things correctly (rightfully so), to produce meaningful work, etc. Think planning a vacation, very stressful to do, but worth it when you're finally there.
But then I'm reminded of that ever important aspect of following any life venture: how it inspires you and, as specific to scientists, how you love the particular thing you're studying and researching. Why do scientists become experts in some, arguably esoteric, interest of choice?
It's not logical, that's for sure.
(...I understand at the very least, it is kinda logical to an extent in the respect of it being viewed as a personal discernment; for example: a cancer researcher wants to research cancer because of cancer affecting that researcher's family... )
And here's the trip: the best scientists, so I've realized, are so inspired, enamored, in love with what they're studying it ceases to be monotonous, ever (or at least, for a long time... research interests can change I guess).
So, essentially, perhaps, all of science hinges on scientists following their research passions that more or less came to them in a particularly not logical way. Well, at least that's how I see it so far.
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