I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
Rilke’s words remind me of my impatience — my need for clarity, for certainty, for knowing how to live forward. But these things take time. Looking back now, I see that if I had allowed more to unfold in its own way, the road to here might have been gentler. Some of the answers might have come more quietly, and with fewer struggles.
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