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Curiosity: the desire to learn or know about anything.  This is the definition according to Dictionary.com. Curiosity is a beautiful thing, contrary to the famous quotation “Curiosity killed the cat.”  While it is true that sometimes curiosity can get us into trouble, I believe that a child’s curiosity is something to be valued and attended to. It is meaningful and impactful.

The picture I took shows my son looking up at something with a look of amusement.  This photo encapsulates a child’s capacity for curiosity.  With his eyes fixated away from the camera, we see just how curious this adorable guy is. It amazes me to witness my son’s wheels constantly turning because I realize just how powerful the mind of a child is.

Oftentimes people think that children are not that intelligent because they don’t understand the world the same way we do, because they are so impressionable.  However, I believe that we should not underestimate the power of a child. Yes! Children, even as babies, are capable of far more than we give them credit for.  They observe EVERYTHING that occurs in our crazy world—they take it all in without blinking an eye.  How do they react to what they see? They laugh, furrow their eyebrows, leap in fear, smile…the list goes on.  But let’s focus on the furrowing of their eyebrows.  Children are skeptics! They are skeptics who are full of curiosity and will not stop until they are satisfied with an answer.  That is the look that my son is giving.  He is skeptically asking, “What is that?!?”

I believe that this picture captures the beauty of the mind. It’s amazing to me that human beings have the ability to question, to wonder and think.  We often take for granted the fact that our mind is powerful, that the most prominent inventions of today stemmed from curiosity.  For example, Steve Jobs was able to use his curiosity to innovate Apple, the company who distributes the most sold e-product today. Or how about Bill Gates, whose curiosity morphed into the creation of Microsoft and resulted in him being one of the wealthiest Americans today.  Both of these men asked questions—“Why?” “How?”—and in turn developed life-changing inventions that impacted millions of people. We are all capable of leaving that type of imprint on the world. The key to doing that, however, is making our curiosity come to life.

I think it best if we take Albert Einstein’s advice: “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he [or she] contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.”

Post Submitted by Casey

 

A mother and her child lay curled in confusion:

Their lives had been altered by fate.

The death of their male role model (Daddy)

Had caused turmoil, pain, and despair.

The mother struggled to comfort her child,

For she could not be comforted herself.

 

 

Everyone tried to advise her, but she fought with herself:

How do you explain the injustice of death?

Who could sufficiently love a fatherless infant?

Why must I parent alone?

Why did I lose my one true love?

Am I equipped to be Mommy and Daddy?

 

 

For years she battled–she lost sight of Daddy;

Her baby grew up to be a rebellious teenager

That looked to drugs, alcohol, sex, and suicide to numb

The pain caused by Daddy’s tragic murder.

She no longer found herself reminiscing on the precious memories of the past;

Rather, she dwelled on the morbid truth: she didn’t raise the perfect child.

 

She, too, had come to feel like a hopeless child,

A bastard without security and assurance.

She felt unloved, unappreciated, and worthless;

She failed at parenthood.

Life was  a meaningless, fruitless,

Bottomless pit of treachery and despair.

 

 

Who can overcome the poisonous spell of despair?

Where can one find hope and love?

Is life a disgusting, ardous journey

that serves no purpose but to torment

the victims of such things as inevitability,

loss, tragedy, and fate?

 

There is no such thing as fate.

No-life is not that simple.

Where, then, can we find the answers

to trivial questions much like the ones

posed in this poem? In order to answer,

It is best to leave no confusion.

 

An individual must view herself as a child:

She must leave behind the enemies of fate and despair

And call on Daddy to resolve her muddled, hopeless life of confusion.

 

Post submitted by Casey O’Neill

The first time I heard about money it was in a rap song
I could listen to TLC and Jay-Z talk about chedda all day long
Having cash, spending it, and counting it sounded like so much fun
At home I never heard about that fun money from anyone

There was that time in the McDonald’s drive-thru
My sister and I begged for Happy Meals because a meal without the toy just wouldn’t do
My dad said that Happy Meals were a waste of money and shook his head
What a cheap ass dad, my sister and I whispered that night in bed

My dad didn’t know about the fun money like I did
On my block, I started cleaning houses and babysitting every kid
My dad worked day and night but he didn’t have a clue
How to spend fun money like my favorite rap stars do

On my first payday I walked to the burger joint three blocks away
I would’ve gone to McDonalds for that Happy Meal, but I had been working all day
My heart was exhausted and a meal without the toy was just fine
And that was the first time the dollar sign was mine

Post submitted by Tiffany

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