Curiosity might get us into a little trouble sometimes, but let’s be real—it’s the best part of the journey. In today’s Thought of the Day and Question of the Day post, I’m diving into why the act of “finding out” is way more fun than having all the answers, plus a confession about my not-so-need-for-speed on the open road.
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Thought of the Day:
“The true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing.” — Isaac Asimov
Asimov nailed it, didn’t he? Most of the fun in life isn’t in having everything figured out, but in those moments when you’re exploring, guessing, or just plain making it up as you go. Honestly, some of my favorite memories are of getting completely lost—literally and metaphorically—and enjoying the weird little detours along the way.
There’s just something about the hunt, the wondering, and the occasional “aha!” that feels better than actually landing on the answer. Maybe that’s why I keep coming up with these daily questions—it’s a license to keep looking, keep learning, and keep getting things wrong in new and entertaining ways.
If you’re into this whole discovery thing, you might enjoy: “You can’t change the length of your life, but you can change its depth.” Or for a fun rabbit hole: “Most people are like most people.”
Question of the Day:
What’s the fastest you’ve ever driven?
Full disclosure: I’m not exactly a daredevil behind the wheel. My “wildest ride” probably peaked at 92 mph—on a straight stretch, in the middle of nowhere, with both hands locked at 10 and 2, and my heart thumping like I was being chased by a SWAT team. That was plenty for me. Some people crave the adrenaline of triple-digit speeds, but my inner scaredy cat prefers excitement in smaller, more manageable doses. (Besides, if my car had wings, I still wouldn’t want to find out if it could fly.)
But I have had my share of “driving excitement”: thunderstorms so intense you can’t see the end of the car, a car that would lose power through every turn, and at least 2 drives I should not have survived. Sometimes, the thrill isn’t about speed—it’s about staying alert, keeping your cool, and collecting stories you’ll laugh about later (once you’re safely parked, of course).
Looking for more relatable confessions? Try: “Do you ever wear dirty socks?” Or, for a wilder side: “If you were going to fake your own death, how would you take yourself out?”
Join the Conversation
Are you a speed demon, or do you keep it (mostly) under the limit like me? Share your own “driving excitement” story—or that one time you almost broke your own personal speed record.
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