Two of my main mottos in life:
“If it doesn’t taste slightly of dirt, it’s not a real baked potato.”
“Always ask questions.”
The former is figurative. Sort of an ‘enjoy the flaws, they make it real’ statement.
The latter has brought me to some wonderful places, and some wonderful people. If it weren’t for my (somewhat irritating at times) ability to keep on asking questions, my life would be a lot less interesting. I can’t imagine a world where I would just blindly accept what was in front of me, without ever questioning why, or what, or even who. Just a little bedtime thought for you all to ponder for a moment. Are you asking enough questions?