Curiosity, sometimes, is like a blanket that is wrapped around too tight. It is stifling most of the time. Breaking free has its thrill, although its consequences often unexpected and perhaps undesired too.
Its the same adrenaline rush that a kid feels when he rides his bike all on his own for the first time, when an aquaphobic steps into the foaming edge of the sea, a lover's touch on a maiden's skin. To be wrung off the pressing feeling is a relief.
Curiosity, sometimes, has strange, inexplicable endings. Sometimes it ends in a feeling that the entire Universe is congregated and is chiming how right the ending was, sometimes it's all just wrong and sometimes it ends in a good laugh.
Whatever the ending, throwing off the blanket is good. It means you can move on.
Its the same adrenaline rush that a kid feels when he rides his bike all on his own for the first time, when an aquaphobic steps into the foaming edge of the sea, a lover's touch on a maiden's skin. To be wrung off the pressing feeling is a relief.
Curiosity, sometimes, has strange, inexplicable endings. Sometimes it ends in a feeling that the entire Universe is congregated and is chiming how right the ending was, sometimes it's all just wrong and sometimes it ends in a good laugh.
Whatever the ending, throwing off the blanket is good. It means you can move on.
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