Elizabeth Salyers Curiosity Killed the Cat Curiosity is a formidable thing, the gate between good and bad. It gives us the option to choose which path to take every day, and our choices will either make or break us. For students like me, curiosity is a battle, and it is a gruesome one. Most have heard the saying, “Curiosity killed the cat,” and at one point, I was its next victim.
When I was in middle school, it was common for students to be two-faced. Not in the gossipy, fake-friend way, but in the sense of who they were at home versus at school. With their friends, they acted out in class, vaped in bathrooms, jumped fences they clearly weren’t supposed to, and the list goes on—yet were sweet innocent children in their families’ eyes. These are the people I was surrounded by growing up. Many students in public or even private schools experience this childhood every day. Being around those filled with darkness tainted who I was, or more so, who I wanted to be.
Teenagers around the country are struggling with the same thing I was: trying their hardest not to conform to society. I used to be a girl who lit every room she walked into, and wouldn’t miss a church service for anything. As I started walking through this dark season, lies began filling my heart, leaving gaping holes that I yearned to fill. Curiosity told me that God couldn’t help me—that the thrill of being rebellious would make me feel alive again.