Saturday, July 27, 2013

Did curiosity really kill the cat?

"Studies show that persons who frequently feel curious experience the greatest satisfaction in life. Yet this state of eagerness and not-knowing is basically an emotional state rooted in fear and anxiety. Curiosity is about seeking to explore, to discover, to learn, and curious people seem to understand that this less traveled path is the most efficient way to growing courage and strength, confidence and wisdom in life" (reference).

So here we are. If this is true, one might say I am happy but they are not really happy. they just feel normal. I think happiness is really becoming a relative concept in my mind. If your mind is not engaged in activities and curiosities about what the world is and where the secret lies, you won't be anxious, you won't be depressed sometimes, and you won't be living in fact. What I'm trying to understand is that, if you are depressed, or anxious about your being, about the events, about the existence, then you'll feel something regarded as low mood, or whatever, and when you find the answers to your questions, you'll probably be happy and this happiness is totally different than a dull person feels as happiness. That's what I think these studies are indicating that the happiest people are those who also suffer more, from their own minds. The question is, would you like to feel happiest at points in life, or just feel the normal routine happiness like a dull man. Either one has their own advantages and disadvantages, but you must choose, or your instinct will choose for you.

This story leads me to another topic of the individual worlds of people where they are forming their characters and what's their understanding of themselves and people. I'll be writing about it here or somewhere. I don't know what people think, but I know things are relative, very relative you might get lost in them.

1 comment:

کیمیا said...

What about someone who tastes the relatively deep grief and depression and therefore consequently recognizes the intimate happiness (through relativity and comparison), And yet consciously chooses to leave behind the satisfaction because the sorrow hurts way too much to be worth the skill it gives you -to recognize- ...
And therefore chooses no curiosity, bland days going by while she is drown in numbness, chooses to be ordinary because it is less pricy?
That still choosing?