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  • Learn to love and let curiosity make you happy. That is the most important thing I can teach anyone. I have been physically disabled and in near total social isolation for 11 years. If I am cut off from this place Lemmy, I can still keep my mind occupied and engaged using my curiosity while only marginally less healthy for lack of interactions with others. If I were in prison, I would still have my curiosity. Even in solitary I can find ways to stay engaged with myself as a last measure. If I were confined like Hawking was with ALS, I would still be a curious explorer. My curiosity is how I avoid focusing on what I have lost or what I am unable to do. When I feel hurt I jump into a curious project. There are interesting curiosities in everything around us. None of us understands all of the fundamentals about the things that surround us in daily life. So find some junk and take it apart until you figure it out. When most people are board, like sitting around at a mall, I am people watching and trying to guess what motivates someone, their story, and where they are going. Or I can explore my entire science fiction universe I call Parsec 7 and think about what is happening with Bibble and other characters in a distant future living in an O'Neill cylinder around Alsafi in the next age of technology once biology is mastered as an engineering discipline.

    You see, curiosity is universally grounding. If you are still alive with a conscious mind, curiosity is universally available to you as a refuge, so embrace it.

  • Oh, lots of things.

    But recently, my chickens.

    The rooster is dumb as a brick, but endearing anyway. When he's in the mood, and gets in my lap to cuddle, and all the stress melts out of him while I pet him, that's gold right there.

    And the pet hen? She flicks her little tail on the arm of the couch and nestles in as close as she can to my side, and she does that sweet trill of contentment. How can that not bring peace and happiness?

    Even the volunteer hen, when she comes ruuuuuuning up from her little spot under a tree when one of us goes out, and starts her little high pitched buuuk-buk-buk because she knows we're suckers and always bring treats, that never fails to make me smile.

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