Curiosity is underrated. Somewhere between childhood and adulthood the attribute becomes buried under layers of cynicism. Every week for the last two years I have taken French lessons. Always I am asked why. Why French and not Spanish? Why bother when you can't use it daily? How do you have the time? Do you want to move to France? My answer is always the same - I do it just because, followed by a shrug of my shoulders. This simple answer is the truth. I want to be bilingual because I want to be bilingual. I want to learn for the sake of learning not because the learning will add a notch to my resume. Every time I leave class I feel relaxed. I've stretched my mind. Isn't it obvious?!
Thank goodness I teach. I am surrounded on a regular basis by the curious. A young colleague asked me why I teach. Why do I teach? Children lead me on adventures I have long forgotten exist.
"Yeah, that's why teach too. Teaching teaches me about myself as well as the world." She's been battling the same problem afflicting other teaching artists. Teaching takes time away from the studio. It doesn't pay well and the hours are often long. And yet, the passion can't be ignored.
While thinking of what to write I always begin with a perusal through my books of quotations. l was dismayed by the number of negative quotes relating to curiosity. There is the infamous Pandora's Box, let alone the time worn proverb of "Curiosity killed the cat." Children couldn't write such comments. They are too busy turning over rocks to see what lurks below them.