A budding sense of wonder
beginning the moment we possess the ability to wonder
as that curious toddler
fueled by the what if's, the whys
the curiosity of looking at a now splattered mess of yolk and shell
after an egg slips from your tiny hands and falls to the floor
So eggs don't bounce, they break
the wonder of peeking into the hollow of a tree, fascinated
What made this? What sort of creature lives in here?
The aha moment of finger painting and realizing
when red and blue mix, it makes a new color
What do other colors make?
We grow older and so does our curiosity
We start to wonder the more complex questions beyond why the sky is blue
One day many of us become consumed by life, by responsibilities
we forget and neglect our childlike sense of curiosity
A curiosity that's surely still buried within us
The what ifs and whys
If only we could take just a moment and wonder
the next time we observe a tiny ant as it marches under our eyes
How something that small can be so strong and intelligent?
the next time we look up at the night sky
what lies beyond the stars we see, beyond this galaxy
I'm afraid of what life would be like if we were not curious
If we never questioned the whys and what ifs
Always be curious
Never stop wondering
About the Creator
Jasmine Aguilar
Fascinated by pop culture and its effect on society... movies, music, books.. and pretty much anything.
I love writing and write a little bit of everything including a science fiction WIP!
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Comments (3)
It feels nice to be in the mind of a toddler, especially with an egg slipping from our fingers. Wondering who made the trees, and which colour would come from mixing two. You listed all the things that made childhood so magical. Losing that in adulthood was a big mistake. I am glad that you're afraid of what life would be like if we were not curious. Means you have the drive to bring us back there. This poem was amazingly powerful, and I believe it achieved just that. Fantastic work, Jasmine 🤗❤️
You remind us our inner wonder still breathes—pause, question, marvel. Let curiosity shape your every tomorrow.
This spoke to me so deeply, Jasmine. You’re so right, it is easy to neglect our sense of curiosity and wonder in adulthood and that’s so incredibly sad. I’m going to be extra curious tomorrow after reading this poem ;)