My wonderful father passed away suddenly this spring, and I’m finding that this summer has been a time for me to question many things in my life. I discovered this poem this morning and wanted to save it.
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now 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, Letter Four (July 16, 1903)
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