The day My Inner Child Stopped Asking Questions

I don't remember the exact dua it happened. There wasn't a ceremony. No warning m ni dramatic moment that announced it.

One day without realising my inner child simple stopped asking Why.

As children curiousity is our native language. We ask why the sky is blue and why birds can fly and why the moon follows the car at night and why leaves fall and why people cry and why adults always seem to know everything. We don't worry about asking too many questions because the world feeks like one gaint mystery waiting to be exploited.

Then we grew up. Slowly Why becomes I don't have time.

School teaches us to memorize answers instead of chasing questions. Work rewards efficiency more than wonder. Responsibility pile up and routines settle in and somewhere between deadlines and expections, curiosity quietly packs it's bags and leaves without saying good bye.

Maybe it isn't because we stop wondering. May be it's because we are afraid. Afraid of asking a question that sounds foolish. Afraid of admitting we don't know something. Afraid id shoping down in a world that's constantly telling us to keep moving. So we pretend to understand.

We nod. We scroll. We move on. The strpanges thing is that the world never become less fascinating. We simply become less attentive.

The same stars still full the night sky. Rain still carries the smell of earth before it falls. Trees still grow tiny seeds. A single cell somehow becomes a living giman being. Our hearts beat thousands of times each day without asking for permission and our minds are capable of imagining places we have never seen.

The miracles never disappeared. Our sense of wonder did. Sometimes I watch children at a park and completely absorbed in something most adults walk past without noticing. It makes me wonder if intelligence isn't just about knowing more..it might also be about noticing more.

Perhaps growing up isn't supposed to mean losing curiosity. It is supposed to mean asking deeper question.

Not just Why is the sky blue but Why do I believe what I beleive?

Not just How does this machine work? And not just What do I want to become but Who do I want to be?

Maybe those are the questions that truly shape a life. I have realised that curiosity isn't only the beginning of knowledge. It is also the beginning of empathy. The moment we stop asking questions about people we start making assumptions. The moment we stop wondering, we stop growing. A curious minds reminds humble because it understands there is always more to learn