Do you take things for granted? Do you accept what someone says at face value? Or are you, like me, the kind of person who questions things, who wants to know things, who wonders how things work and why things are the way they are?
Curiosity is a blessing – and it can be a curse.
It is a blessing because being curious keeps your mind active instead of passive. It creates a sense of wonder among the more mundane aspects of our lives. Curiosity fosters growth, both personal and intellectual. The more curious you are, the more you strive to find answers, and the more you learn about yourself and explore the world around you.
For example, curiosity is a blessing when it encourages you to learn how something works, (a computer program, for example) or to develop alternatives to a problem (how to make a vehicle’s windshield unbreakable, for instance). Curiosity is good when it produces an invention that benefits humankind. Productive curiosity bolsters us to act on our genuine questions in ways that have positive outcomes. And even if we’re not solving all of life’s problems or inventing things ourselves, it produces a well-rounded individual who continues to learn, explore, grow, and discover.
It can also be a curse. Others can take your sense of curiosity as being too bold, not knowing your place, or being downright nosy. And sometimes, you will learn something you might have been better off not knowing.
For example, curiosity is a curse if you listen in on a private conversation, definitely not polite or discreet. You may learn something hurtful that you didn’t need to know. And in this case, you are curious for curiosity’s sake rather than out of a desire to learn from genuine questions. Idle curiosity does not create personal growth, just a desire to know the habits of your neighbors, for instance. Idle curiosity can occupy too much of your time with information that is of little or no consequence to your own intellectual development or the state of the world. (That's what happened to the cat.)
Genuine curiosity can bless our lives when we question the way things work, when we question how to improve a situation, or when we question to gain pure knowledge. Think of a child who is always asking, “How?” or “Why?” We have the ability to maintain that child-like, innocent curiosity to develop our minds and our lives. Pursuing a healthy level of curiosity in our lives is one key to living a productive, active, and fulfilling life.
Albert Einstein said, “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.”
Curiosity is a blessing – and it can be a curse.
It is a blessing because being curious keeps your mind active instead of passive. It creates a sense of wonder among the more mundane aspects of our lives. Curiosity fosters growth, both personal and intellectual. The more curious you are, the more you strive to find answers, and the more you learn about yourself and explore the world around you.
For example, curiosity is a blessing when it encourages you to learn how something works, (a computer program, for example) or to develop alternatives to a problem (how to make a vehicle’s windshield unbreakable, for instance). Curiosity is good when it produces an invention that benefits humankind. Productive curiosity bolsters us to act on our genuine questions in ways that have positive outcomes. And even if we’re not solving all of life’s problems or inventing things ourselves, it produces a well-rounded individual who continues to learn, explore, grow, and discover.
It can also be a curse. Others can take your sense of curiosity as being too bold, not knowing your place, or being downright nosy. And sometimes, you will learn something you might have been better off not knowing.
For example, curiosity is a curse if you listen in on a private conversation, definitely not polite or discreet. You may learn something hurtful that you didn’t need to know. And in this case, you are curious for curiosity’s sake rather than out of a desire to learn from genuine questions. Idle curiosity does not create personal growth, just a desire to know the habits of your neighbors, for instance. Idle curiosity can occupy too much of your time with information that is of little or no consequence to your own intellectual development or the state of the world. (That's what happened to the cat.)
Genuine curiosity can bless our lives when we question the way things work, when we question how to improve a situation, or when we question to gain pure knowledge. Think of a child who is always asking, “How?” or “Why?” We have the ability to maintain that child-like, innocent curiosity to develop our minds and our lives. Pursuing a healthy level of curiosity in our lives is one key to living a productive, active, and fulfilling life.
Albert Einstein said, “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.”
She was a rosy-cheeked little girl, prancing around in her frilly dress, lace collar, ruffled sleeves, and black patent shoes. She put on a show for her grandparents proudly singing "The Sun'll Come Out" while twirling with her teddy bear. What a thousand watt smile! She drew pictures of bunnies, butterflies, puppies, and flowers, all colored in bright shades of red, pink, blue, and green. She wrote stories about happy families, vacations, and the ocean. Boys were icky kootie-factories, but they sure were cute, weren't they?
She graduated to flirty Aeropostale tee-shirts and Buckle jeans. Reeboks took the place of patent leather shoes. Running was her passion! Sparkly gold or silver hoops adorned her ears. She'd wear a toe ring in the summer with her flip-flops, bikini top, and short denim shorts. She sang along on the car radio to Nickelback, Maroon 5, and the Red Hot Chile Peppers. Then, she began writing about broken families, broken hearts, and broken lives. Boys were "hot," and she was charming. "True love" was grand, but break-ups were a bummer.
She has moved on. She's turned against what she considers conformity. She tries so hard to be unique, she ends up conforming to a different standard. Her wardrobe consists of black. Just black. Shoes, shirts, pants, jackets, maybe some torn jeans or a pair of khakis now and then. Even her hair, once a flowing chestnut mane of long curls, is dyed black and chopped off above the shoulders. Instead of hoop earrings, she has pierced cartilage, a barbell through the top of her ear, a belly-button ring, a tongue ring, and she had snake-bites until her father gave her an ultimatum to get rid of them. Death metal bands are in her listening library. Darkness pervades her myspace, and - it seems - her thoughts, her writing, her art. A sense of doom and dread blankets her. And boys? She could take them or leave them. They're immature or they are too conformist.
