I've never been one for cliche's in the past, but recently that perspective has changed. Stereotypes and cliche's exist for reasons. I feel I must premise this by stating that I believe every second of every day to be new and contextual. Thus, I never want to assume and or stereotype without current and proper facts. However, I'm coming to find that everything, everyone, every thought, every tradition, every saying, basically everything that on sees and thinks in life comes from somewhere and arises based upon facts. Thus, curiosity seems enthralling. If everyone is different and unique, yet intrinsically the same, we all have different minds and therefore different perspectives. Thus, is everything different to some paradigm or degree? So, what killed the cat? Did curiosity really kill it? Upon further research of this quote I came to find a preceding translation. Rather than curiosity, some use to say "care" killed the cat. They said this from what normally proceeds care. What is that, you may ask? Some say care is to worry or overstep your bounds. To care so much about something actually brings worry and sorrow. Interesting. So, is this ancient proverb telling us not to care? Not to worry? Not to be sorrowful? Now I can only hear some modern people completely taking those last questions out of proportion. For many will argue against care. Care is good. Care is kind. Care is necessary some may say. But the question I'm pondering of late is have I and or my society put our care in the wrong place? Do we care for things that pertain to others and or philosophy's rather than care for ourselves. Do we care more about others and outside situations because we don't want to care about our own internal situations? If we cared more for ourself and our situations at hand and then harmonized and executed these situations in a beautiful manner, wouldn't that then lessen all the other outside situations that we as humans feel the need to "care" for. Simply put, are we more curious trying to know and help things outside of our realms rather than trying to know and take "care" of the realms that our currently in front of us and more accurately within us. Within our soul, within our brain, within ourselves. Maybe that is what is killing the cat, the burden of caring for everything rather than the self? I'm quite curious these days, but the derivative of my curiosity has shifted. I use to be curious to know why others lived the way they live and what the proper way of life was. Now I am curious of who I am, of why I choose to live the way I choose to live. Why I wake every morning and put the clothes I choose to on. Why I eat the way I eat. Why I intake the energy's I choose to intake. Why I exert the energy's I choose to exert. Why I speak the way I speak. Why I choose to give my time, money, resources, thoughts, spirit, and energy to the things I do on a daily basis. Is it because that is what I am suppose to do? Is it because of others telling me that is the way of life and no matter what you think or feel that is just the way it is? God, help us, I hope not! Is it because I'm not curious of what I want and am only curious of what others want, thus I try to keep up with my surroundings? Is it because I've been told not to think for myself? Is there such a thing as over "care"? Are there even any definitive answers to these questions or could there be over 8 billion answers to these questions? Whatever may be the case, I'm pondering this ancient proverb as of late and I feel alive. For I view curiosity as a beautiful attribute, but I will say the direction of my ponder and direction of the action of curiosity certainly is changing as of late and I'm finding more beauty in that. So, here's to curiosity. Who knows, surprise and beauty may transpire?
~namaste
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