Curiosity

Curiosity
To distrust what is always said, what seems, to ask odd questions, interfere in dreams, leave home, smell rats, have hunches does not endear cats to those doggy circles. To value one thing, and believe in one thing, does not restrict you to only believing in that, and not the opposite. I believe in the value of curiosity. Although some days I’d rather go swimming in a community pool, not a raging river.Taking risks does not make you curious, exactly. Let’s say you jump off a cliff into water, not knowing, or caring about the consequences, you’re trying to get the adrenaline pumping through your veins, you’re taking a risk. Needing to know how your book ends, and staying up all night reading, makes you curious. You have a strong desire to know or learn something. Face it… Curiosity will not cause us to die-only a lack of it will.
Finding the in between is what I hope most people want. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but curiosity also solved the case, saved the lives. Cops, detectives, FBI, and many more, have risked their lives numerous times on what they call a hunch. Instead of gather all the evidence and staying comfortable and secure with your decision, they get a weird feeling in their bodies telling them what evidence will over time. They follow that feeling and risk everything, they’re curious, they want to know, and they’re taking a risk. All because of a feeling they have.
I love risks, I love being curious, and I love when I can combine those two things to do something exuberant, breath taking, and tremendous. I can’t say how many times I’ve done something dangerous, who can say that they’ve jumped off a cliff, thirty feet from the cold raging rapids of a river, just because they wanted to know the feeling of adventure. I know that everyone, who has ever lived past their adolescent age, can say for a fact, that they’ve spent days comfortable, and secure. Yet it should be the other way around. I could not imagine living a life without feeling the soft wind hit my body and flow through my hair, after jumping off a bridge, with only some elastic ropes, and a harness keeping me from plunging to my death. Without feeling that warm air caress my body before riding a waterfall like a slide, into the freezing water of a mountain.
Everyone who has lived past their adolescent age should have seen the other side of the hill, or that improbable country where living is an idyll. The other side of the hill will leave you breathless. That improbable country you read about in books when you were a kid is nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Take the path that you need, the path that will lead you to success. Anyone has a story, a tale, but only the curious have, if they live, a tale worth telling, a tale worth hearing.