"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. 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."
~~Rainer Maria Rilke
I like questions. I have spent most of my life asking them. I look back at my earliest journals and there they are. Some I have answers for now. Some remain. And even the answers I have now are always up for further questioning.
I think sometimes the quality of my life is directly related to the nature of the questions I ask. Every time I see a belief or feeling float through my consciousness and can halt it in that second and question it, I feel the quality of my life shift. There is great power in being able to look at everything you think and feel with this sort of wondering, this child-like sense of “Is this really so?”
So many times in the past I had decided that I had firm answers about things and proceeded to build a life upon those premises. And when those premises were found to be false, my world crumbled, along with my sense of self. I had become so attached to the rightness of my views, my beliefs, my ideas, that to question them meant chaos. I am making peace with that chaos now. I like the questions. And the questions like me.