Gergely.Horvath.
Curiosity
If I take a little introspection and looking back on my own path, I notice how my curiousity and relationship towards learning have changed throughout my life.
As a small child, I was curious to the world, like we all are when we are children.
In my school years, learning about the world meant carrying a school bag heavier than myself, memorising data with the help of tired or harmful teachers (heartful respect for the few exceptions), marching towards to the all familiar feeling of fear before and during being tested, an inescapable race of collecting marks towards results which meant nothing yet everything to me each year. School would have killed my curiosity and passion for learning completely, if I didn't have my Grandfather in my life.
He believed in the value of culture so deeply, that he spent literally all his excess money throughout his life to collate a home library for his family with over 10.000 books in it, all stored in his small flat and my parents' house. That meant that I was growing up in a room which was fully dedicated to hold the biography section of the library, where floor to ceiling were shelves holding books on the life's of artists, musicians, historical figures, all the many people of the past with their fascinating stories, thoughts, observations, conclusions of their own life's.
Each time I opened up a new book, a new world, a new soul opened up in front of me, I just needed to step in and live them through in my mind. It felt like I wasn't just living my own life over those years, I was living through multiple life's like being in a multiverse seeing different life circles of different selves one after each other, it really was a magical time of discovery.
Because of those internal experiences, I've managed to stay open and curious to the world around me to this day. And now I'm not in school anymore. In fact I am, but not as a school boy, but as a teacher rather.
I share my curiosity and knowledge with young minds now, aiming to show them the experience of learning how it is really meant to be experienced; by opening doors to new worlds, by picking flowers from the fields of knowledge one at a time, by having time to observe, understand and enjoy their complexity, beauty and meaning.
So those flowers are planted and integrated into the garden of their growing mind, with no fear needed to recall them.
And so they won't lose that magical sense of innocent wonder we're all born with, like I almost did, and keep walking on their paths with open curiosity to the world, to other people, and to themselves.
Image taken at Balgone Sunflower Trail, Scotland.
Curiosity
If I take a little introspection and looking back on my own path, I notice how my curiousity and relationship towards learning have changed throughout my life.
As a small child, I was curious to the world, like we all are when we are children.
In my school years, learning about the world meant carrying a school bag heavier than myself, memorising data with the help of tired or harmful teachers (heartful respect for the few exceptions), marching towards to the all familiar feeling of fear before and during being tested, an inescapable race of collecting marks towards results which meant nothing yet everything to me each year. School would have killed my curiosity and passion for learning completely, if I didn't have my Grandfather in my life.
He believed in the value of culture so deeply, that he spent literally all his excess money throughout his life to collate a home library for his family with over 10.000 books in it, all stored in his small flat and my parents' house. That meant that I was growing up in a room which was fully dedicated to hold the biography section of the library, where floor to ceiling were shelves holding books on the life's of artists, musicians, historical figures, all the many people of the past with their fascinating stories, thoughts, observations, conclusions of their own life's.
Each time I opened up a new book, a new world, a new soul opened up in front of me, I just needed to step in and live them through in my mind. It felt like I wasn't just living my own life over those years, I was living through multiple life's like being in a multiverse seeing different life circles of different selves one after each other, it really was a magical time of discovery.
Because of those internal experiences, I've managed to stay open and curious to the world around me to this day. And now I'm not in school anymore. In fact I am, but not as a school boy, but as a teacher rather.
I share my curiosity and knowledge with young minds now, aiming to show them the experience of learning how it is really meant to be experienced; by opening doors to new worlds, by picking flowers from the fields of knowledge one at a time, by having time to observe, understand and enjoy their complexity, beauty and meaning.
So those flowers are planted and integrated into the garden of their growing mind, with no fear needed to recall them.
And so they won't lose that magical sense of innocent wonder we're all born with, like I almost did, and keep walking on their paths with open curiosity to the world, to other people, and to themselves.
Image taken at Balgone Sunflower Trail, Scotland.