. The same questions .

“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

I don’t have all the answers. No one does. Even if many pretend to, trumpeting their absolute opinion, which allows no contradiction whatsoever, on talk shows and social media.

And maybe we don’t have to. Maybe it’s enough, for starters, to ask the same questions. To set priorities together. And live into the answers.