The realization that curiosity has slowly become a privilege is a big blow to our generation.

Do you know how much it cost to get curious and stay curious about something? How much time you might not get back, how much hope you may have to trade.

It's a good thing to be curious, mostly about life itself, especially the beauty of life in itself; yet it feels like that's all we can afford at the moment- a simple thrust into the wild imaginative wonders of things that should be and a wish upon the stars.

Wouldn't it be nice if we have something to back up our curiosity; the whole lot of us. Wouldn't it be nice if we don't only dream but live the dream.  

Yet I'm hopeful anyways, am choosing to stay hopeful. Maybe that's all we could afford.