I only hope that I find enough peace in myself to choose to take the time to know others more deeply. Other people are interesting. Giving life colour and shape, forming it into experiences shared in the most magnificent ways. On a beach in Fiji, in the mountains and bush of New Zealand or next to the lakes of Finland. These places came alive for because I have been able share with others and get to know them more deeply. Understand their vulnerabilities, their hopes, their dreams and their short-comings. Like a mirror of my own.
Finding the conversation inside that gives your story to the world is the most real way to live.
Not to create yourself through the work you do, the cars you own or even the places you visit in the absence of others. Instead the story you have to tell and the people you can have the privilege of knowing.
How humbling it can be and how hard to be truly open and interested. Being busy or occupied is so easy as a default way of living.
I think curiosity without limitation is the purest form of human expression. It can be seen in a new-born trying to grasp the reality so suddenly and brutally thrust upon it. It can be seen in a fight, each man or women curious to escape the fear and anger that drives the fight. It can be seen in a first kiss, a last kiss and moment of silence and stillness. Moments of curiosity so fleeting that they are almost missed. Moments of humanity that connect us.
And curiosity drives the everyday moments that builds our stories, our shared moments. The reason for getting out from bed each morning other than being driven by our most basic needs.
Life is curious.