Few years ago, a friend asked me to consider the words below.
It has taken me a while to finally understand them and myself.
„I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in
your heart
and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked
rooms
or books written in a very foreign language.
Don’t search for the
answers, which could not be given to you now,
because you would not be able to
live them.
And the point is to live everything.
Live the questions now.
Perhaps
then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it,
live your way into the answer.”
(Rainer Maria Rilke’s 1903, Letters to a Young Poet)