I have always held a fair amount of curiosity. While I was never smart enough to understand or retain the things I learned, I still liked learning. The big picture always held a certain allure. The reason something ticked interested me. I just enjoyed knowing the why.

Even as I get older, I still like to know the why. Though the reason is slightly different. When younger I liked to know the why for curiosity’s sake. Now I need to know it for motivation’s sake. If there is no personal connection to me it will be a hard no.

Is that a sign of wisdom or just exhaustion?