03/06/2026
Yesterday I arrived in Stockholm for the first time in almost a year and a half.
For a moment, it felt like I was seeing it for the first time.
Places I’ve known for most of my adult life felt new again.
The water.
The architecture.
The streets.
The people.
Not because Stockholm had changed.
But because I was seeing it with fresh eyes.
It reminded me how easily we move through life without really looking.
How familiarity can make us stop noticing.
We assume we know.
We know our partner.
Our colleagues.
Our friends.
Our city.
And perhaps most of all, we think we know ourselves.
After all, we’ve been with ourselves our entire lives.
So we start saying things like:
“This is just who I am.”
“I’ve always been like this.”
“I’m not the kind of person who…”
Over time, observations become identities.
Adaptations become personality traits.
And assumptions become facts.
And without realizing it, we lose access to parts of ourselves that have been there all along.
Curiosity does the opposite.
It opens.
It invites us to look again.
At the people around us.
At ourselves.
At the life we’ve become accustomed to.
And sometimes we discover that what we thought was fixed isn’t fixed at all.
There is more possibility.
More beauty.
More life.
Not because anything has changed.
But because we’re seeing it differently.
Sometimes the most interesting discoveries are hidden inside the things we think we already know.