Ever watched a baby discover its own hands?
There’s that moment when they just stare at them, turning them over like,
“Holy fucking shit — what are these?“
Fast-forward: crawling, putting everything in their mouth.
Suddenly, your job as a parent isn’t “care” — it’s survival management.
They touch, poke, and taste everything.
It’s exhausting. But it’s also inspiring.
That’s the relentless curiosity you were born with.
Touch something. It hurts. You cry.
Do you stop touching shit? Of course not. On to the next thing.
The toddler is amazed by the leafy branch of a tree.
The march of ants.
A flowing creek.
The shit in their diapers.
Be like a baby growing up.
Never stop questioning what you find.
- Doubt is the gateway to clarity.
- Challenge what you think you know.
- Deeper truth lives one layer beneath your current certainty.
Stay curious, but don’t just dig holes — build structures:
- Let curiosity be the shovel, and integration the support beams.
- Curiosity without embodiment leads to confusion.
- Embodied insight becomes wisdom.
How do you stay relentless yet considerate?
Ask, dig, question — but don’t fuck up your own foundation.
Build as you excavate.
When I ask and think
I see beautiful answers
And I ask once more
Yes, curiosity killed the cat.
But you know what?
Stagnation never wrote a poem,
never found a new path,
and never asked again.
Curiosity is the engine. Integration is the rhythm. Repeat, as long as you’re alive.
Ask yourself: when did the toddler in you die? Maybe it never did. Maybe it’s just waiting for you to ask one more question.
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