on curiosity
September, 2026
Somewhere between fear and happiness, freedom and safety, control and letting go, lies curiosity.
It’s been a while since I last posted here, shared something I’ve lived in words or images, or went more in-depth on what’s been happening on my side. A kind of cocoon process has been going on.
The last few months have been filled with all kinds of emotions. From the thrill of living a dream to the emptiness of losing my mother. From the feeling of complete freedom to the uncertainty of future creations. From opening up space and letting go of what no longer serves to becoming a new version of myself. From the certainty of being on the right path to having no clue what that path is.
And between all those contrasts, there’s something in the centre that stays. It could be despair, or the need for control, for choosing one or the other, for taking a stand. But what’s there instead is a genuine sense of curiosity. Like a child getting ready for their first day of school, not knowing where it will lead. A world of possibilities opens, an ocean of options - people, places, situations, experiences.
There’s something beautiful about being curious. It brings lightness to being. It doesn’t let you get fixed on ideas, it keeps you open to doors you might not even know exist.
The same way unexpected events, like the passing of a loved one, can suddenly take you completely off the path you thought you were on and shake your world, doors and opportunities can also open up in ways you didn’t know were possible. A call from a potential new client, a new sale, someone entering your life unannounced, a comment from a random person that sparks an idea and changes the course of your life. All of these are possible at any time. They probably happen more often than we realise, but we might not be paying attention. And sometimes they come together in a weird and confusing way, such as a tragedy followed by a chance.
I often see this in people who radically changed their lives. The change very often follows a strong impact - an accident, a loss, a traumatic experience. I’m not about to radically change my life, but losing my mother and living a dream in the same few months has turned a lot of things upside down, and I’m still finding out what grows out of it. It has put a lot into perspective.
Do we need to wait for something to happen on the outside before we change on the inside?
If we wandered through everything with a genuine sense of curiosity, observing what happens and how things transform, and went with the process instead of resisting it by blaming, shaming and regretting, wouldn’t it all become a little lighter to navigate?