Burning curiosity.

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It’s easy to lose one’s curiosity as one gets older. The rose-tinted glasses crack and get discarded or fall off; habit wears us thin and jaded; everything new feels like just another version of an old way or process or world. The colour leeches out of the new, fresh and curious so quickly, because we are made to adapt so efficiently. It’s in our programme.

But I am grateful for childlike curiosity. I’m grateful for being allowed to hold on to that. I cannot go past a barely-marked path without yearning to know how it looks and where it leads. I’m grateful, because curiosity helps my heart and soul keep time with the constant change of life, even when they are weary.

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