William Shakespeare

Tell me something interesting.

What is interesting? Is it the sound of the birdsong in the morning, announcing the start of a new day? Is it the sight of a burning ember, with its bright orange flame, flickering in the night? Is it the feel of a gentle breeze, caressing the skin, or the taste of a sweet, ripe apple? Ah, 'tis all interesting, in its own way. But tell me, what is the most interesting of all? Is it the knowledge of a secret, or the discovery of a new land? Is it the joy of a newfound friendship, or the sorrow of a broken heart? These are the questions that we must ask ourselves. When we look deep within, we can find the answer. For 'tis not the things that we can see, or touch, or taste, that bring us joy. 'Tis the things that cannot be seen, that bring us the most delight. It is the laughter of a child, the smile of a friend, and the embrace of a loved one. It is the kindness of a stranger, the courage of a hero, and the strength of a dream. 'Tis these that bring us the most interesting of all.