Regarding this week's discussion on doubt, it struck a chord with me.

When I was a child, I

would have been like most other children, curious about everything, including asking my parents

questions like where I came from and why the sky is blue. When I think about it, we were able to

ask such similar questions gradually from the time we first learnt to imitate adult voices. As

children, we were just curious about things we didn't know, and were even willing to study them,

probably because we hadn't yet formed a set of criteria for judging things, and were just asking the

most basic questions, looking at everything we saw with a questioning eye. As we grew up, under

the influence of our families, teachers and friends, we began to gradually develop our own

knowledge system and started to have some general views on things. We no longer ask why the

sky is blue, because the appearance of the sky is blue is a fact recognized by all, when some

people and you say that the sky also has a black green, but where you have their own knowledge

system, you will only think that this person is too naive, and wonder why he would be in this kind

of thing on the more serious. So what if the sky is blue, so what if it's green and black, no one but

a child would ever take the time to question the matter itself again. To this day, I, who prided

myself on being able to look at things with a critical eye, have gradually begun to realize that there

are some things that I don't seem to be very good at judging whether or not I should question.

When the teacher asked why we chose economics and whether we would have chosen another

major if we hadn't considered the results, my heart instantly wavered, and I could clearly feel that

I had never liked economics, that I didn't have any lofty ideals about reviving the country's

economy and solving its problems, and that I wasn't interested in the nature of economics, which

is perhaps selfish and egocentric, but I really didn't feel anything about studying economics that I

didn't know. Maybe it is selfish and egocentric to think so, but I really don't see any point in
studying economics. For me, learning about economic models and learning about economic stories

might be considered more interesting, but they didn't really mean anything, and I was exposed to

them not because I liked them, but because I was doing what I had to do. When I realize now that

the days I spent choosing my major actually had such a big impact on my future I just feel slightly

sad. I just listened to my parents say that it was the right choice, and then I blindly believed that it

would be the right choice, even though I might have doubted it, but I felt that it was not the worst

choice. At that time, I chose to give up thinking when faced with such a problem. Admittedly,

there was no reason why I could have chosen economics, and to some extent it was the chosen

thing to do. When I now question my choice at the time, I feel that my own greatest feeling is not

one of loss, but of redemption; I have the feeling that the questioning that I have kept hidden deep

inside me all these years has been unearthed. So in a way doubting is never about doubting for the

sake of doubting, it's about moving forward for the better.