Consequence of Curiosity

In those precious, valued moments of freedom I rarely experience as a graduate student, I tend to indulge myself in the rants and raves of mind-numbing existential thought – a favorite being the works of Bertrand Russell who said the world needs more of kindness, courage and curiosity.  In lieu of a humble lack of clarity in the first two ideas, I attempt to explain the consequences (and beauties) of a curious mind.

I’ve noticed that graduate school, and particularly a degree of International Sustainable Development, tends to attract humans with an insatiable thirst for knowledge.  This curiosity is awakened with inquiries into international trade policies, power relations and inequalities, unacceptable disparities in health care and, of course, attempted solutions to all the worlds problems.

Yet, most of these curious minds are not satisfied with these questions alone.  No, these minds want to know about the psychological underpinnings of a society that encompasses individuals who kill their congresswomen and fellow neighbors; we want to know about the fledgling musical revolution led by Radiohead now flourishing into an unprecedented Indie Rock scene in Denver; we wan to know about the Colorado River’s increasing incapacity to sustain its 9-State clientele; we want to know about Edward Munchs’ provocative art of the late 19th century.  Ok, maybe that’s just me.

I find life so terribly short.  So little time, so much to do, so much to learn.  Thus, an incessant appreciation for the MDP program in its inter-disciplinary approach.  I’m currently in a two-week long Global Health course, after which we dive into Economics and Project Management Analysis.  Additionally this quarter, we’ll be visiting Washington D.C. to explore Domestic Environmental Policy.  Not to mention, I took advantage of the freedom to choose an extra elective.  Population, Environment and Development in Latin America stirs my mind with the sexy subject matter of Integrated Pest Management, soil erosion, and combating the evil-doings of those pesky multi-national corporations depleting the planet’s natural resources.

I rue the opportunities I have to say no to.  However, I find my life healthily balanced with local concerts at the High-Dive on Broadway, chilly afternoon runs around Washington Park, tasty concoctions of Thai food prepared in the comfort of my apartment… oh yes, and of course endless readings on international relations, health, agriculture, development…. yes yes yes.

I get stressed at times, I admit it.  Being a curious mind necessitates coffee and I sense I’ve imbibed in more than my fair share.  Alas, the challenging chase for knowledge and growth is worth it.

An array of oranges and reds drapes itself over snow-peaked mountains outside my second floor apartment.  Icy streets, single-digit temperatures and a stillness that only presents itself in the simplicity of frigid nights is much appreciated.  I find solace in the ferocity of Mother Nature proving her authority over this giant ecological system.  I forge on… to Global Health Class.