The other night, I saw the moon through the steam on my kitchen window, and I found myself whispering, “How does it stay up there?” Like a child. And it hit me — I miss wondering.
We’re so used to having all the answers at our fingertips. Don’t know something? Ask Google. Don’t understand? Watch a video. Everything explained, instantly. Efficient, yes. But magical? Not really.
There was a time when we felt the questions. When the stars didn’t just mean space — they meant dreams. Now, even mystery feels... outdated.
I want to bring back that innocent curiosity. To ask “why?” without instantly searching for a reply. To sit with the question. To feel the wonder again.
So next time I see the moon, I won’t Google its orbit. I’ll just look at it. Silently. Gratefully.
Do you still wonder, too?