I promise our cat, Rakila, is NOT dead in that picture! (It always amazes me the crazy positions cats choose to relax in…) Rakila is full of typical kitty curiosity. She loves to explore the great outdoors, chase bats and rats and birds and lizards and dogs, and see just how far up the coconut trees she can climb. There seems to be no limit to the things she is curious about.
When was the last time you were truly curious about something?
I’m not talking about Googling what “Error 14” means when your robot vacuum stops working, or relying on Twitter updates for game scores when you can’t watch your team play.
I’m talking about taking a posture of humility and seeking to understand something in a way that is beyond your immediate or normal perception and perspective.
I wrote about perpetual curiosity once a few years ago, and it turns out that I have a long way to go still.
Living in a country where I didn’t grow up has caused me to become more curious. Easter is coming up soon, and I know it doesn’t look the same here as it does in the United States. Good Friday is the day of focus – alcohol sales are prohibited, most businesses are closed, and families spend time together contemplating the meaning of the day. Sunday is a huge celebration and party day. Easter egg hunts, church services, and family brunches aren’t the norm.
I’m finding as I continue to age that I have a choice to make. Do I grow more stubborn and set in my ways, opinions, and patterns of thinking? Or do I embrace the opportunity to lean into perpetual curiosity?
I want to choose to stay curious.
I find myself asking more questions instead of offering more answers.
I find myself trying to listen more and talk less.
I find myself thinking about things like social justice and racism and religion and freedom differently.