Don't ask me!

Have our inquisitive minds died? There was a time when we wanted to know what the four legged thing that people sat on at the table was called. 

We asked our parents tirelessly "What's that"? Mom would say, "A chair". Then we changed our gaze to the cat and asked "What's that". Then we pointed to the TV and again asked the same question. This could go on for hours as we learned the basics in communication.

We were learning and our parents had all of the answers. Somewhere along the way our moldable brains didn't want to be molded anymore. We felt it was more safe to learn on our own than to ask intelligent questions. It was like asking a question revealed a weakness. 

I think it's something primal. In our genetic past, if we showed weakness, someone would beat us over the head with a club and feed us to the sabre tooth tigers. Survival of the fittest. 

So genetically, we've learned to hide our weaknesses so no one will feed us to the tigers. 

Questions are the key to the answers. As I grow older, I've learned that I don't have to know all the answers. No one will beat me over the head with a club. No sabre tooth tigers are lurking in the bushes. I don't have to be the smartest person in the room. 

We need to be inquisitive like a child again. It's ok to ask lots of questions. Don't ask because you feel you have to. Ask because you want to. 

The 12 year old who thinks he knows everything is a lack of maturity. But we carry that lack of maturity through to our adulthood as we continue to pretend to have all the answers. 

Admitting to not knowing all the answers is another step on the maturity ladder. 

With age, we stop asking questions, even though they are still there, waiting to jump out of the sheets of our consciousness to scream "Surprise".

Instead of knowing an answer for sure, we make assumptions based on experience, beliefs and what others told us.  We act as though there is only one universal answer to each question. We don't ask the question and hence we never learn that universal answers do not exist.

Asking loving, non-judgemental questions will force the ego to sit in the backseat of the car while your heart rides shotgun.  As your heart rides up front, your life will only experience love. 

When your heart's in the right place, all the answers will appear.