A moment of curiosity can change your life forever. I am always scouting around the internet for new material, new things that will spur my curiosity. Whether it is a YouTube video, a Gather photo essay, a compelling article on AC or god forbid, a high ranking Google search, I always find something that amazes me.
It isn’t always practical. Sometimes it’s emotional. Today I read more about the miners trapped in Chile and the vast mechanical knowledge that was being drawn upon to free the men who have been there for months. I didn’t care about any off that. What my mind and heart wanted to know was why is it taking so long? Today curiosity led me to empathy, fear, anger, wonder and grief, and those feelings led me a little closer to being a nicer person and a better friend.
Yesterday it was the brutal assault of a man on the Riverwalk and a robbery on a front pouch in my home town. I was glad that it was someone else that was attacked and not my wife or daughter in their place. It very well could have been. We walk on the Riverwalk all the time. Sanity forced me to cool the anger of the vigilante within me and I slept.
When I was little it was the stars in my nighttime sky that made me curious. I wanted to know each on by name. I wanted to be able to recognize the constellations. Mostly, I think, I just wanted to be smart and know something none of my friends knew. I spent a lot of time in the library. I never learned everything I wanted to, but I found out some of their names, most of the constellations, and I learned a few trivia facts about the stars. (Did you know that there are actually three “North” stars? They change about every 10,000 years.) I also learned some folk tales about how the constellations came to be in the sky and passed them on to my children who also want to learn more. Curiosity can be contagious.
There are so many things to take in and to see. There are so many emotions to experience and so many sensations to feel. How can we ever expect to pack all of them into one life? Maybe we can’t. Maybe we were not meant to know everything that there is to know. Maybe we were just meant to twist words into a disambiguated stream to satisfy the minimum word count of a starving writer.