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
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