Curiosity Didn’t Kill The Cat, The Consequence Did
Curiosity killed the cat.
I guess not.
The art of unnecessary investigation and the hellhole you can open by doing that.
That is what is bad?
Curiosity is never bad.
It never was.
Ask a child or ask yourself, had your thousand repeated question that would make your parent face-palm thousand times a day were not asked, would you be sitting here reading this with the mental astuteness you possess now?
Nope.
Curiosity kills, when we are not mindful of the consequences and of course, our own actions.
The perfect tandem between action and consequence is albeit a tricky one.
Just like a flap of butterfly wings in Brazil can cause a hurricane in the States.
Likewise, your smallest action can spur a storm into the calm of your life.
Action have consequences. That is the real lesson behind the adage.
When we are mindful of our own actions, then curiosity won’t kill but nurture us.
It is the excess, the tinge of gluttony in curiosity, that converts into a blasphemous sin and hence, strikes upon us the wrath of God.
