Inquisitive – /ɪnˈkwɪzɪtɪv/ – adjective – having or showing an interest in learning things; curious
Being inquisitive, and in turn asking too many questions, is quite possibly my favourite past time. There’s nothing more satisfying than asking for a random nugget of information and being gifted an encyclopedia and wealth of knowledge that you’d otherwise have never discovered. It could be anything: politics, gossip, sports, weather.
Yet, the information is not the most important thing here (obviously, this depends on what you’re asking, of course). To me at least, the most important thing is the connection that’s sparked between the quizzed and the quizzer. At that moment of time you’re afforded the attention of someone with that golden nugget, and it’s an opportunity you should never waste.
That’s what this is all about; this blog, me, and by extension, life in general. It’s about not being afraid to ask the big questions: the ones that mean more than their face value. It’s to ask someone about the thoughts that you sometimes have at 4:03am on a drizzly Wednesday morning when you’re laid clock watching as dawn rolls around. It’s to ask the questions that divide people in positive ways, and it’s to ask the downright silly: what if robots do take over the planet? What you spend you lottery winning on? Is garlic bread really better than life itself? Why?
Day 2 – The meaning behind your blog’s name
Stay hungry. Stay foolish. Stay inquisitive.