Curiosity
by Michael Feeley
Curiosity feels intangible. You can’t hold it, point to it, hand it to someone. And yet it never stops working. It’s active every hour of every day, whether we notice it or not — a strong desire to learn, to understand, to know what’s on the other side of the not-knowing.
Watch a child for five minutes. Why is the sky blue? Why does the dog sleep so much? Why, why, why? One answer only opening into the next question. Nobody teaches a child to be curious. It’s inborn. Before we learn caution, before we learn to keep our questions to ourselves, we are already reaching out to the world, asking it to explain itself to us.
The economist and psychologist George Loewenstein calls this an information-gap. Curiosity doesn’t switch on from nothing. It needs a thread to pull. The moment we sense there’s something just past what we know, the mind leans toward it, almost involuntarily. That’s the mechanism behind the child’s why, and behind our own quieter version of it — the person we haven’t quite figured out, the question we keep circling back to years later. (There’s a nice detail buried in Loewenstein’s own biography: he’s the great-grandson of Sigmund Freud. Curiosity about the mind, it seems, runs in the family.)
What strikes me most is how brave curiosity actually is. To ask a question is to admit you don’t know. Staying curious as an adult, when we’re expected to already have the answers, takes a kind of courage most of us have stopped noticing. We trade it, over time, for the comfort of already knowing.
Einstein understood this trade, and refused to make it. “The important thing is not to stop questioning,” he said. “Curiosity has its own reason for existing.” That’s still true, whether you’re a physicist chasing the nature of light or a person chasing the nature of someone you love.
Curiosity is not a mood. It is a constant, active reaching toward the world — the one thing we said, at the start, that you cannot hold. And maybe that’s exactly right. The reaching is the point. Not the having. The child never lost that. We may have only stopped listening to it.
Thanks – Michael (he, him)
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