Why do I love Mathematics?
I'm not so sure myself.
It's like Tsukuru Tazaki trying to explain his love for railroad stations.
Not trains, but railroad stations.
Back to the topic at hand.
Maybe it's appealing to know that basic math can contribute to complicated equations.
Maybe it's interesting that a formula can have infinite possibilities.
Maybe it's fun to draw triangles with compasses.
Maybe it's challenging to count in huge masses.
Maybe it intrigues me to know what is the value of an unknown.
Maybe it's soothing to solve problems that aren't as difficult as my own.
Maybe...
But it kinda ticks me off that others don't understand what is clearly shown, step by step, in front of them.
In a way, Mathematics is kinda like a freshly painted wall.
People say to not touch it, but others still do it.
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