I’m curious. Ever since I can remember, I
have been inquisitive. Even long before I knew how to write the word. My
mother’s adage to me was always “curiosity killed the cat”. If my father can
wish away my questioning he would be much happier than most. His contention was
again on another level, “ask no questions and hear no lies”. Nowadays it feels
as if my general need for knowledge has nowhere to go. Living in the Google Age,
means that we are only a mobile phone data bit away from asking and answering
questions. Strangers are willing wade into our lives with answers to even the
most ridiculous questions.
We don’t have to wait until five days from
now to know what the weather is going to be like. Opinions are easily found and
even misinformation can freely pose as the truth cast in stone.
So, what has my curiosity got to do with
anything? Nothing really. It is just an trait I admire in myself and would love
to encourage in others. Searching for new ways to do things. Discovering cures
to diseases, learning new ways to do old things and the list is endless. The
best I suppose is to meet new and interesting people with diverse backgrounds
and unique experiences. Crossing professional boundaries and opening up our
minds to fresh concepts.
What about you?
