Mediocrity Killed the Cat...and once he was gone, he didn't come back

Or - or was it Schrodinger that killed him??? Anyways, don't do that, don't kill cats, that's cold-blooded murder. Don't test your pets, guys. Don't test your pets.

OK, of course it's past midnight while I'm doing this, but someone's awake on the other side of the world, so I'm content knowing I'm not along. Moving on.

Schrodinger's Cat experiment always astounded me because...it's not dead, and it's not alive. But the only real thing separating you from that knowledge is your decision to open the box, and see for yourself. It's like the tree that fell in the forest. You heard of it? Course you didn't cause no one was around to hear. So did it really fall? I mean, the birds say it, the insects saw it, probably some squirrel that lived in it saw it. But if a human didn't see it, did it fall? I mean, of course! I'm just confusing myself now I forgot where I was going with this.

But all this business with cats, dead of otherwise. The original saying goes, "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back." Isn't that something? Because curiosity brings you places, takes you to the unknown, lets you explore what the trenches of your mind by observing, by experimenting, by your desire to know. And it's dangerous sometimes. Curiosity can get you in strange places with strange people with strange menu items and maybe you do want to go back home but oftentimes the thrill of discovery instead propels you forward until it's too late. The best stories start of curious people with brilliant minds, going on to create, to discover, to change things.

But like all people, even the curious ones die. Even the boorish ones die. Even the good ones die. So then what's the point?

The point is, you may die with curiosity but live through what it brought you. From what it brought the world. Satisfaction in the knowledge of it really what people strive for. For a long, long time, I struggled to think up what I was passionate about, what I liked, what I disliked. Things just seemed, in the murky middle. In the deep end. Everything was jumbled up and I didn't want to care. But finding what you're curious about is the step into the life you make of it. Curiosity can bring you to new heights, new depths, mountains and seas. Even space. Our probes are fueled with the stuff, so much that we even named a rover after it! And look where it is now: freaking Mars!

The thing is, once you die, it's over. But a life full of curiosity, full of knowledge full of enjoyment and ultimately, full of satisfaction, is the best life you could live. Dying with mediocrity means you lived with it as well. And there are points in life when everyone feels crummy, when everyone struggles to let that child-like curiosity take over again. Many live mediocre lives and some may be content with that.

But isn't there so much more?

I'm disheartened to know I'll never be a princess. I'll never know what it's like to be waited on and have royalty in my veins and a duty to a kingdom of country that surpasses simply pride. I'll never be a knight or a bear. I'll never be a dog or a car. I'll never know what it's like to live on Jupiter. I might never see the sunset from Russia, and I may never be fluent in German. But if there's something you can do that you want to do - I feel like we should try.

You know, writing stories is also a way of dispelling the mediocrity. You can make as many worlds, travel as many dimensions, see as many new horizons as you want with simply words on a page.

I know my conclusion was lacking but oh well, I tried!

I don't know what I was thinking of this. I didn't even know I though this before I finished writing it down. But somehow I did. Who knew.

I hope you enjoyed this post!

EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH MOANA.

LIN. LIN MANUEL-MIRADA.

And so begins another day. Come at me, bro, come at me!

:D Stay saltful!