The reason it gets curiouser & curiouser

‘I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious,’

Albert Einstein

Imagine being dropped off on an alien planet. Everything you experience would be for the first time. Every color, every shape, every sound and every texture would be brand new.

Isn’t that an enticing scenario? Doesn’t a break from routine really get your blood pumping? Curiosity is the carrot that encourages us to explore new situations.

The ability to act in groups is one of mankind’s most important attributes. Our curiosity allows us to align with others whether it’s through communities that pool resources or through ideas like

Einstein adding to groundwork laid by Newton centuries before him.

Why else would we work on such daunting puzzles like the age of the earth or where the planet sits in relation to other celestial bodies?

It has to be rewarding. Think of the joy you felt imagining the nooks and crannies of another planet.

When we were children we put ourselves in new territory every day. One day I would pretend I was Mike Schmidt of the Philadelphia Phillies. The next, I was Mork from planet ork.

Curiosity leads to discoveries that give us the ability to improve our surroundings. Adaptable beings flourish while the rigid ones become prey.

The more my son enjoys exploring, the more he will do it. The more information he gathers, the better his life will be. So how do I keep him interested?

His brain will make more connections with each opportunity I give him to explore. The best thing about curiosity is that it’s a feedback loop that is hardwired into us.

If all goes right, happiness he finds exploring his small world now will give him the tools he’ll need in the big world later.

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About genemyers

Gene Myers is a New Jersey poet, music journalist and columnist who learned to walk twice. His weekly column is called The Joy of Life. He was awarded first place in Arts and Entertainment Writing by The New Jersey Press Association.
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