The death of curiosity has become more of a thing as of recently. Since working as a copywriter my general wonderments about the world around me, particularly technologically based ones have died. Like die died. I am having to grasp what complicated electronic components do. The sheer mass of it all has me putting on the breaks when a question arises.
You know when you are watching a really boring documentary because the remote is too far away? So you start to wonder random things like ‘how does a tv actually work?’ Like seriously, how do you do that? You don’t quite care enough to google it because you’ll know it’ll ramble on about physics but you still wonder. I now want to shoot myself in the head before a curiosity arises because I’ve had to study explanations of questions I never asked. Death of curiosity indeed.
Death of curiosity affects only one part of your creativity
Thankfully though, it’s only adjacent to actual fully-fledged creativity. It’s almost as if it uses a completely different part of the brain and every time I go philosophical, I feel a little energy pour back in. I’m happy to bank that many people feel the same way, those that are hitting up retail work while trying to pursue something bigger. It’s the way life works, you have to give to get something else and there are times when it’s so completely draining that it affects the passion project you are doing on the side. A side project that is actually your dream.
Still, if your dream is worthy of your time and effort, you’ll find yourself back on it. You’ll manually pump some inspiration back into your brain because you know it’s important and that it always will be. Respect the grind and keep at it while doing something you love.