Curiosity.

Curious George; “curiosity killed the cat;” “I have no special talents.  I am only passionately curious.”  ~Albert Einstein

Curiosity lies somewhere on a line amidst the harmful and the precious, and it seems that depending on the subject of interest, it can keep our minds racing for days. Between the notion of what might be, declaring “if,” after possible “if,” and the indulgence of an answer attained, our lives are in some capacity driven by our passions to know.

For me, it’s always been a driving force, a killer, insane, throbbing need, to know, satisfy, and understand what is happening; why, and if things will change. From text to film, work to relationships, posing possibilities, makes life interesting, but within certain relationships, or lack-there-of, its fascinating, to me, that curiosity for ‘coulds’ and ‘mights’ are more absorbing and encompassing, than a question that can be researched and answered.

Meeting someone once, having a, what you think is a wonderful time, and then not having a resolution causes strife. Eventually, as things go, life moves on and other people enter and certain memories fade; until they resurface. I have people in my life that have been with me through everything and are accountable, and reliable, and it seems that the ones that keep you guessing, the ones that cause you to be curious are the ones we so desperately love to chase. So, if curiosity is a concept which thrives on finding answers; seeking the satisfaction of knowing, why is the unanswered curiosity what we so desperately fawn over?