When curiosity refuses to be a hobby

Many people know that curiosity killed the cat but do they know that satisfaction brought it back?

I'm curious about a lot of things. About how a camera captures a moment, that too, through a peephole. How a hummingbird keeps hovering for seconds, with its wings beating notoriously, while a human can't remain mid-air, in a jumping position. I'm curious about understanding the origin of species. About the origin of the universe. What was there before the big bang. Did the big bang really happen and what on the entire universe is James Webb doing right now, where is it floating through? Imagine all the mesmerising things it is seeing, yet it doesn't have the curiosity of a human nor can it feel the fascination a human life-form feels. So I understand why my curiosity refuses to be a hobby, because it is floating through the iridescent particles of all things happening in the universe, all things happening around me.

My curiosity cannot afford to stop at one point and make it a lifetime hobby, because the satisfaction of digging more is always bigger than settling with one truth.