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.
How much curiosity is enough?
Well, I guess enough to keep you alive and happy.
Pain is as diverse as human existence. Everybody suffers as one must.
So, is curiosity. It is as diverse as human existence.
I may be curious about how can I create a time machine and stop climate change from its roots. While you may be interested in arts and wondering about what the Vinci was thinking while making Monalisa.
Curiosity like I said is as diverse as human existence.
What we have to mindful of is when our curiosity comes to affect others. When we try to interfere in the curiosities of others, then, we invite what we call the dangers of Schorindger’s cat because then we don’t know whether we’ll end up dead or alive, physically or metaphorically, after we pursue it.
