Curiosity killed the cat, or so the saying goes. Hopefully it isn’t true!
A curious mind is an active mind; granted its also a mind that can send its owner on seemingly pointless quests for information about things that might never be useful but how boring would life be if everything we learn has to serve a serious purpose? Having spent far too long dealing with the humorless subject of cancer and the acerbic extras that go along with it, serious is something I’m oh so familiar with… and very happy to say goodbye to.
I don’t care if I spend the rest of my life with a mind that’s cluttered with flotsam and jetsam simply because curiosity gets the better of me. I don’t really care if words like serious, critical, perilous or grim never enter my vocabulary again. Happy go lucky (or unlucky), either way it is what it is so there’s no point fretting. I’m convinced our attitude towards ourselves, life, love and everything around us plays a big part in the way we feel so solemn isn’t welcome here; I opt for lighthearted, emancipated and zesty 🙂
This image seems quite fitting. I was curious about the building that I’ve taken the photograph through. I thought it might be some kind of quayside gaol for drunken sailors. It’s real purpose is rather more macabre. As well as serving as the pilots look-out, the ‘dead mans hut’ doubled as a mortuary for the bodies of those lost at sea until such time as burial could be arranged. The building in the distance is part of the harbour fortifications, possibly a remnant from the war. More flotsam and jetsam for the curiously carefree mind.