curiosity reincarnated the cat
...bed, said, “I feed you, I shelter you, I sustain you. Yet, you are not contented and ask for things that you cannot comprehend? Go back into the house and stay.” And the cat did. In the eve of the night, the cat slipped out the window and investigated. She crept, on all fours, towards the land of mystery. She felt the soft, tilled ground with her paws, and smelled the aura of the atmosphere. Then she heard something underneath, something like ‘Help me’... She began to dig away the earth, afraid yet determined, to know the truth that her master was hiding from her. She dug. Dug. Dug. Bang! Thinking it was an intruder, the master of the house shot. And that’s how curiosity killed the cat. Some say we should be wise and be satisfied with what we have. Or else, we might suffer worse when more questions badger our head one after the other. We should be pleased that we are given every opportunity to make the most out of this lifetime. We can never understand everything. We have limitations. If we interfere and scrutinize every little event that transpires around us, we might just end up like the cat: dead on the spot. I beg to differ. Being human, we cannot just accept what others tell us to believe. To be wise, we cannot be contented with what we were presently spoon fed to know; we will naturally crave for understanding them. And each question that triggers more queries enables us to become fulfilled, and isn’t that one of our reasons of existing? And what about those who were not given the same chances that we have? They can never be what they aspire to become, can they? True, the time may not be en...