Why do we delight in the curiosity of children, at least most of the time, whilst disparaging it in adults?
Do we think it’s somehow immature to wonder and ask questions? Or disrespectful? But of whom?
Our comfort blanket of ‘knowing’ can be insidious. We aren’t even aware of it until we stop to ask ourselves ‘why are we doing X…?’ Or ‘I wonder what would happen if Y…?’
So we blindly continue to see with the same eyes, not realising what we’re missing.
I wonder what would happen if we intentionally paused at least twice today to pose a question…