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Living the questions


“I would like to beg you dear Sir, as well as I can, 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, Letters to a Young Poet (1903)

The questions I’m living right now…
it’s like kindergarten in here.

What if we cared as much about people as we do
about status?
{This morning a white porsche raced by the station splintering both
our harmony and the sound barrier. On the side of the car: Carrera.
Spanish for road. That driver needs a hug.}

What if kindness were currency? Like money.
Gold coins.

What if we lived our lives with our flapping red hearts on
the outside?
lubdub. lubdub. lubdub.

What if joy were as much your job as your job is?

Oh! What if it is?

Perhaps it is.