I wrote my full origin story somewhere on Quora. In a nutshell, I didn’t see everyone’s live as having much of any meaning. I didn’t see my life as meaningful. I tried thinking about what what I will eventually do, work wise. But I couldn’t think of what that would be. I wanted to start working towards being an expert at whatever work that was to be. And so, I figured in my preteen years, that I really didn’t have a purpose.
Long story short, as an auxiliary sort of life, I decided to live for others. Again, temporarily I would live for the worst off people. Their circumstances had to be much worse. I didn’t know the word “poverty” at the time, but that was just it. I knew I could live to help at least one of those people. That would make all the difference: Even in a life devoid of meaning, I could make some sort of impact for at least one person at the opposite end of the spectrum—maybe even not directly (face-to-face). Somehow.
In high school, in about 2012, I started looking into how to best combat poverty. Since then, I’ve learned the difference between relative and absolute poverty, signed the GWWC pledge and almost donated a kidney. I will soon be Earning to Give. That’s all I truly want to do. I follow Habermas’s discourse ethics as a systematic theory; I am a deontologist.
I wish I knew some stories about specific people in poverty. I recall a few from memory, but the detail is lacking. I recall something about this woman purchasing rice, kilos, and...
Part of my origin story is here: Doing vs Talking at EA Events.
I wrote my full origin story somewhere on Quora. In a nutshell, I didn’t see everyone’s live as having much of any meaning. I didn’t see my life as meaningful. I tried thinking about what what I will eventually do, work wise. But I couldn’t think of what that would be. I wanted to start working towards being an expert at whatever work that was to be. And so, I figured in my preteen years, that I really didn’t have a purpose.
Long story short, as an auxiliary sort of life, I decided to live for others. Again, temporarily I would live for the worst off people. Their circumstances had to be much worse. I didn’t know the word “poverty” at the time, but that was just it. I knew I could live to help at least one of those people. That would make all the difference: Even in a life devoid of meaning, I could make some sort of impact for at least one person at the opposite end of the spectrum—maybe even not directly (face-to-face). Somehow.
In high school, in about 2012, I started looking into how to best combat poverty. Since then, I’ve learned the difference between relative and absolute poverty, signed the GWWC pledge and almost donated a kidney. I will soon be Earning to Give. That’s all I truly want to do. I follow Habermas’s discourse ethics as a systematic theory; I am a deontologist.
I wish I knew some stories about specific people in poverty. I recall a few from memory, but the detail is lacking. I recall something about this woman purchasing rice, kilos, and...