The Urge to Learn Everything
The urge to learn everything— it does not whisper, it roars inside me. Strange, maybe, to want it all— but I have never been the type to settle for one corner of the world when the whole map lies before me. I want to cook like a chef, to smell spices dancing in the air, to serve joy on a plate. I want to fly an airplane, touch clouds with my own hands, hear the engines sing a song of freedom. I want to discover caves, places where silence feels ancient, where the earth hides its secrets waiting for someone curious enough to listen. I want to dive into the ocean, where colors are brighter than dreams and life moves without words. I want to climb the highest summits, to feel the world shrink beneath me, to breathe thin air and know I carried myself here. I want to look up at the stars, not from a telescope, but from the edge of space itself, to whisper back to the universe: I am here too. I want to draw— to turn thoughts into shapes, to imagine things that never existed until my pen...