world is vast. Full of wonders, exciting places to visit, and experiences waiting to be lived. But so is our life.
I was reminded recently that while we’re often curious about the world around us, we should be just as curious about our own lives.

Not a curiosity born from judgment over past mistakes, but one rooted in growth- how we learn, how we evolve, how we add value to the world while staying true to what matters to us.
Being curious about myself is scary. The thought alone feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, unsure of where I’ll land. Yet it’s necessary.

 That’s how I stay open. That’s how we stay humble, not as weakness, but as an acceptance that there’s more to life. More beauty to notice. More experiences to be had. More lives to touch.

To hold on to this truth, we fill our pages with the chronicles of our journey. No single moment defines us, but when every experience is seen in perspective, they come together to shape who we are.
That alone is something worth being curious about, isn’t it?