This morning as I was leaving church, I remembered that the priest had mentioned there would be cement trucks outside getting ready to pour the new sidewalks. As I was walking to my car, I noticed an older man ‘park’ himself about a foot from the area that would soon be freshly poured concrete. He looked on with great anticipation, as if it was 9:15 pm on the 4th of July. When I drove past in my car, I noticed a middle-aged man, holding his three-year-old, walking back towards the cement show, from his car. He must’ve thought they could just walk past without stopping, but the three-year-old had a different idea. Glancing over towards the original curious senior, I noticed there were now about ten other seniors, also stationed for the upcoming show…and all the while my car continued to drive past them. What has happened to my childlike curiosity? As I drove home I thought about how cool it would’ve been to see that gooey gray cement plop into the frames on the ground. Almost as if on autopilot, my car led me home to write this post.
Living with curiosity is a gift…a gift that many of us leave dusty and faded in childhood. Try to rediscover this gift today. The joy and excitement that it brings is beyond words.