Personal Statement: Science Of A Meaningful Life

I am the poster child for compassion. As great and positive as compassion may sound, is it possible for there to be too much of a good thing? According to the Science of a Meaningful Life, compassion can be defined as “to suffer together”. I take the suffering to a whole new level, to where this suffering endangers my happiness, school career, and even as far as my physical health.
I saw his big brown eyes burrowing themselves right in my soul while my team cheering me on echoed in my head. The thoughts occupied my mind to the capacity of the stadium during the superbowl. Which do I listen to… my team or this poor, innocent child standing in front of me? Is my being eliminated from the game and eternally shamed as the meek girl that could not play basketball worth saving my opponents
self esteem? Why yes, yes it is. Right in that moment in sixth grade basketball in P.E. did I realize it was my duty, as a human with a soul, to be as compassionate as possible. As the innocent , brown eyed boy made a basket, my shoulders sagged as I sheepishly pivoted to face my team. I am merily a single raindrop in a hurricane, having little impact on the world, so I tried to make sure everyone that matters mattered and could be as content as possible.
When people hear compassion usually a positive idea or memory is sparked in their minds. They think of people doing good helping others by expressing kindness or even smiling to provide encouragement. Although these traits are usually positive, like fairytales, they can be twisted into a dark harmful place of existence. For example, snatching a young lover's heart out of their chest and crushing it, blood dripping out until it dissolves and that individual will never see love again.
Being such a kind, and compassionate person who always tries to brighten others day, I frequently find myself smiling, no matter what emotions are bottled up inside of me. Some unfortunate side effects of frequently smiling is the misconception of flirtatious behaviors. The weather had just shifted as a cool breeze rolled in and orange leaves floated gently to the ground. It was October and for high schoolers, this meant homecoming. Socially awkward nerds had transformed into hopeless romantics to the point where they so vividly saw relationships that were nonexistent. These possessed beings mistook my smile and improving others days as flirting, therefore leading to an uncomfortable conversation no one wants to have. My compassion and general friendliness wound up backfiring and actually ruining others days. While some girls live with the motto crush a thousand hearts, I live by the motto never crush a single heart for if I do I crush my heart alongside it.
Last year in school we had a large group project and everyone was fighting over which section they wanted to do. I did not want to hurt anyone’s feelings by taking a section they wanted to research, so I let each individual in my group pick before me. This is what any kind person would do: help decrease the arguing even at the risk of destroying one's own assignment. I got stuck researching something I had absolutely no interest in, but I took one for the team. People make sacrifices all the time, this was no different. It was the right thing to do, wasn’t it?
Being the kind and compassionate person I am, I always make it my duty to brighten others lives when they are feeling down.
I pay no attention to what I need to get done or what I am currently doing. If someone needs me, I am at their immediate disposal. It was eleven o'clock at night on a tuesday. I had just finished my homework. It felt like I had not slept in over a week and that as soon as I lay down I would be out cold. I turned off my light and was about to turn off my phone, when I noticed my friend texted me. She was really upset because she got in a fight and she needed someone to comfort her. I thought she impacts the world and others, if I improve her than I can improve the world. Even if my personal needs are discarded, it saves the world. What is the point in me being happy if everyone else is sad. I turned my light back on and once again shut the door to what I needed. I talked and talked for hours making sure my friend was okay. It was three in the morning when my friend was finally soothed, but I was tired and needed sleep. I denied myself a necessity because others always come first. Even if it means physically damaging myself, I will make sure others are
ok.
My kind and compassionate personality is typically viewed as a positive, however there are many negatives including harming myself and others. These negatives lead me to believe that there is such a predicament as too much of a good thing.