What are you curious about?

Curiosity isnβt just a spark; itβs a compass.
It nudges us toward the unfamiliar, asks us to unlearn, and dares us to explore what lies just beneath the surface of the known.
So what am I curious about?
Iβm curious about silence β not the absence of sound, but the kind that speaks. The silence between two people who understand each other without a word. The quiet that follows a deep question. The stillness before a leap of faith.
Iβm curious about how people heal β not just physically, but emotionally. How we stitch ourselves back together with poetry, music, conversations, and time. How even broken things grow softer edges over the years.
Iβm curious about the choices we donβt make. The lives we donβt live. The paths that go unexplored and what they mightβve taught us.
Iβm curious about strangers. What their mornings feel like. What songs make them nostalgic. What dream theyβre quietly chasing.
But more than anything, Iβm curious about tomorrow.
Not just what it brings, but what Iβll discover about myself when it arrives.
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