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 gave them form.

I want to ride a car at maximum speed,

wind cutting across my face,

time folding into a single heartbeat.

I want to read every book

that ever found its way into a human hand—

the ones that tell stories of love,

the ones that whisper science,

the ones that teach,

the ones that question.

To lose myself in a library

is to travel without moving,

to live a hundred lives

before I even close the cover.

I want to code,

to bend logic into creation,

to turn empty screens into something alive,

something that helps,

something that inspires.

From projects small and playful,

to dreams of open-source and impact,

I want to leave fingerprints

on the digital world too.

I want to learn physics,

to unravel mysteries,

to trace equations in the stars.

I want to understand

the aerodynamics of rockets and planes—

to know why they soar,

and maybe one day

to make something soar myself.

I want to build, design,

write, speak, connect,

to share stories,

to listen to others,

to never stop growing.

This urge is not about being the best—

not about medals, ranks,

or a single narrow path.

It is about tasting everything,

about living many lives

inside the one life I’ve been given.

Some say it’s impossible.

Maybe it is.

But impossibility has never stopped me

from wanting, from trying,

from reaching a little farther each time.

The urge to learn everything—

it is my compass,

my rebellion,

my way of saying yes

to the world.

And if I cannot learn it all,

then let me at least say this:

I tried.

I touched as much of the infinite as I could.

I lived not one story,

but thousands.