Psychology Personal Statement
I remember the day my class-fellows - a few good chaps and I on our way back home after classes. It was a cold evening in 1997 as far as I remember and we were 16 years of age. Every day after school we walked the same path. That was a day alike others before that. It happened that we walked into a bookshop with books well-arranged on the shelves.
We began looking at them, scrutinizing the titles we found interesting and for some time past as some kind of magic I stretched my hand towards the shelf and subsequently I held in my arms the book of the Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa "The Book of Disquiet". At the first moment I was engrossed by the title.
At the next moment turning over several pages I felt intoxicated, I felt shaken. For the first time I stumbled across belles-lettres written by a man who had asked himself the same questions about our existence, about our life, about reality, about its authenticity, about the monotony of life, about dreams, the Truth...
A man who'd had nobody to share his thoughts with, nobody to discuss them with, and nobody to be understood by. A man who had found comfort in the book he'd written.
A staggering emotion passed all over my body. Emotion which you experience when you've found a fellow so close to your inner self, a person that shares the thoughts you have never shared with anybody, the thoughts that have been living inside of you but which you've always considered as inapprehensible and not intriguing for others.
A moment you understand you've found a confrere. I remember the day I visited one of the libraries in town. I was going around the shelves with philosophical books - it was summer and I was thirsty for answers. I recall one of the books I rented entitled "Theories of Truth". I frequently couldn't fall asleep at night highly excited by different questions.
I wasn't aware they were called metaphysical, nor if any branch of science was searching for answers.
The issues were metaphysical but the pain from not knowing the answers was pretty real. I wanted pure, concrete, comprehensible and certain replies.
As I turn back in time I find out that I've always seen things in the reality around us which the rest couldn't realise somehow. And if they couldn't see I wanted to show them. I felt sad as I began to understand that most people do not feel the same passion about those matters - some concentrated on pleasures, others deep in what they do and so forth.
I tried to accept that and dived into science alone. I wanted to understand myself, the society, the world we're living in, the hidden laws we're driven by, the love of people who loved me, the love I felt, the meaning of all this.
Trying to learn something more I ran into the books of Sigmund Freud about the unconscious mind, the books of Richard Dawkins about our gene, and the ideas of many more which I'd like to thank although they've never been my teachers in real life.
I was inspired by the ideas saying that man can be observed from a scientific point of view and all the desires, needs and dreams understood and explained.
I was impressed how Physics and Chemistry can go hand in hand with Psychology which gives the latter much greater possibilities for explaining the psychic and social phenomena.
If Philosophy is my teenage love, Psychology is the love of my maturity. I realized that not being different is bad but not pursuing your dream. I have a dream and it lies in finding the answers which I can get if only I aspire to that dream step by step. I realised that I must live in environment where people share my passion and possess the wish to work on their ideas.
I realized that I must give a chance to my abilities and hope they will be beneficial not only to me. I've never felt as profoundly sure about something as I feel about this urge for devotion to science and pursuit of knowledge and discoveries. This is the place where my dream has led myself today. Thank you for your time spent reading about it.
This personal statement was written by culinor for application in 2008.