stay curious
When I was much younger, I played a video game called Castlevania. You had a weapon and you struck all sorts of nightmarish creatures with it: skeletons, animated suits of armour, even Dracula.
But you could also strike the walls that enclosed the gameplay environment, and sometimes a specific segment of a wall would crumble, and you'd find a delightful, weird item with no ostensible use whatsoever, other than to get you wondering how many other such items were hidden.
It was fun.
It also developed a sense of curiosity in me.
My curiosity has gotten me in trouble, many times.
For example, an undergraduate once picked an un-used dormitory-room as the venue for an art exhibition. I attended it, and I saw the shower-room was empty.
“What would happen if I took a shower?” I thought. And so I did.
It turns out that the organiser heard about my shower, and confronted me, and called the campus security-officers, who in turn, called the police.
The police could find no crime; they let me go.
Stay curious.