“I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived. Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.” Eleanor Roosevelt
Curiosity: Can baby bear come play with me...?
Children are naturally curious because the world of childhood is filled with unimaginable things; people, places, sounds, smells and colors… an endless cavalcade of moving and static objects. Everywhere a child looks, something new and fascinating beckons. Toys are real, ghosts are like old friends, and blankies are comforting new friends. Intuition is keen and desires are clear in children…
Curiosity: A black cat in Caen observes the observer...
“I must touch, taste, and smell everything,” the toddler insists. “I must lock down, hide sharp objects, and follow this child,” a mother groans. our toddlers shriek; a familiar war cry. We brace ourselves, tighten our belts ready to do battle, to protect our child… and then they grow up. We grow up. Curiosity finds a permanent home, pays intermittent visits or takes extended vacations. Maybe facets of all three. Like shifting seasons, it comes and goes. Sometimes, I wonder how long the visits will be…
Curiosity: I'm bored ... actually!
For some souls, curiosity becomes a creative contemplative impulse, intellectual pursuits, research, science; a need to explore. For others, curiosity becomes familiarity and breeds contempt, crass judgments or even indifference. Have you stayed curious about the world you inhabit? Have you become jaded? Is what we know enough and the rest irrelevant? Is what we know enough and the rest overwhelming?
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