I beg you, 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. Rilke
Growing up You're told this story You see it everywhere Perpetuated Repeated Until it's part of our collective unconscious. It's one of my favourite. Albeit I find myself often alone in my belief in it. The one that says People Will do everything they can And can't do For the one they love. Reality though Is often Disappointing. 'lovers betray', Charles said in the poem I carry on my back. The hard truth is People do care A lot, actually. Not for others, but Mostly, About themselves. As they should, I guess Especially the ones With good reason. Things Become Or Are A matter a convenience. And Love, Oh Love is the biggest inconvenience there is.