curiosityDuring my last long walk, at the peak of the paved path, there was an unpaved path along the water that piqued my curiosity, but for some reason, I didn’t explore it. I wanted to, but somehow I didn’t.  It bothered me ever since.

I did some thinking and even some rationalizing like… I had already walked several miles, I was getting hungry, it was getting late, and I had to walk back. There was no one around, what if something happened to me.  I didn’t know where it led.

Seriously… how could someone who is always curious and inquisitive, who lived in another country and even traveled to another country where she didn’t speak the language, feel the fear of what?  The unknown?


I seemed to have developed a fear. I feel very unhappy about it. It’s not the way I want to live.

Incidentally, my friend, P, from yesterday, actually told me where the path led, when I mentioned what happened.

While I am not grateful for having this fear, I am grateful for knowing that this is around, so that I can make a very important change.