mayawrites

The hardest part about curiosity

Is that sometimes you find things

That you don’t want to find

You don’t know that you didn’t want to find them yet

You find out, seconds before your deathbed

That maybe clouds would look more special

And birds’ songs would be louder

and trees would look greener

if you weren’t so curious.

Questions are beautiful

The universe will never run out of answers

But may run out of questions

Questions hold hands with answers

And answers can share questions

And they can sing lullabies together

But an answer

Will never be as attractive

As magnetising as the uncertainty

Of a question.

The hardest part about being curious

Is that an apple called a lemon

Would still be just as sweet.

but you spend your life

proving to others

why an apple is named an apple

and why lemons are lemons

and never taking the time

to try both

and see which one is which yourself.

The hardest part about curiosity

Is that it grows with you

It grows more monstrous and villanious

And downright evil and contagious

And you stop questioning

Everything and anything

You start questioning

The things that make you happy

The reasons worth living

What to think about before you sleep

And the first thing to think about when you wake up

Curiosity is not as insatiable

As the sun’s persistence on setting everyday

It is simply described as

An artist craving to discover a new colour

A doctor craving a new ailment

An engineer craving a breakthrough

A father craving comfort

A widow craving closure

Curioisity is the force that defines life

But doesn’t necessarily make life worth living.