I was a child who constantly asked "Why?"
Mostly, I asked myself.
I wasn't the annoying child who repeatedly, unthinkingly asked "why"
in order to drive my parents crazy. No. I was just so curious about life, myself, others, relationships, reality.
When I was very young, I was curious about the microbial world. I wanted a high powered microscope so I could study this vast world. I thought about going into medicine, veterinary medicine and then I was enamored by investing my world so much that the TV detective programs, teen mystery "chapter" books and the advancing technology of detective "gadgets".
I seriously thought of becoming a private investigator. I was that curious. I am STILL curious. I turn over every stone; that appears to be a real stone, covering a real issue. Just because someone says "there's no there there", it tells me that there IS something to discover.
Then my curiosity lead to creativity; I was singing and started writing songs, grown out of my writing of poems, short stories, etc. I still sing, write songs and play the Celtic harp (a little, humbly, I pick at it; play arpeggios, harmonies and lead lines) but I was and have always been fascinated in Science. In university, I chose a Bachelor of SCIENCE over a Vocal Performance Degree.
I'm curious about what makes me and others "tick". Why are humans so fascinating to me? Sometimes I feel that I am still putting things "under the glass" to get a closer look at what is really going on. I am curious about things that matter, I hate small talk and believe that THINKING is vital. It is not enough to ASK "WHY", it is to listen, gather information and THINK about what we learn. Surprisingly, it may never lower my intensity toward curiosity; but that doesn't matter to me at all. It has never been my goal to "be curious", I just am.
When you ask a question and you get a response that is angry, confusing or even deflecting. YOU have found something. Secrets don't like to be found out. Watch. Listen. Stop asking and start thinking.
I wasn't the annoying child who repeatedly, unthinkingly asked "why"
in order to drive my parents crazy. No. I was just so curious about life, myself, others, relationships, reality.
When I was very young, I was curious about the microbial world. I wanted a high powered microscope so I could study this vast world. I thought about going into medicine, veterinary medicine and then I was enamored by investing my world so much that the TV detective programs, teen mystery "chapter" books and the advancing technology of detective "gadgets".
I seriously thought of becoming a private investigator. I was that curious. I am STILL curious. I turn over every stone; that appears to be a real stone, covering a real issue. Just because someone says "there's no there there", it tells me that there IS something to discover.
Then my curiosity lead to creativity; I was singing and started writing songs, grown out of my writing of poems, short stories, etc. I still sing, write songs and play the Celtic harp (a little, humbly, I pick at it; play arpeggios, harmonies and lead lines) but I was and have always been fascinated in Science. In university, I chose a Bachelor of SCIENCE over a Vocal Performance Degree.
I'm curious about what makes me and others "tick". Why are humans so fascinating to me? Sometimes I feel that I am still putting things "under the glass" to get a closer look at what is really going on. I am curious about things that matter, I hate small talk and believe that THINKING is vital. It is not enough to ASK "WHY", it is to listen, gather information and THINK about what we learn. Surprisingly, it may never lower my intensity toward curiosity; but that doesn't matter to me at all. It has never been my goal to "be curious", I just am.
When you ask a question and you get a response that is angry, confusing or even deflecting. YOU have found something. Secrets don't like to be found out. Watch. Listen. Stop asking and start thinking.
