Living the QuestionThe first week of 2016 had already passed, yet ‘Should ole acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind’ continued to occupy my thoughts. An incessant earworm and constant reminder of unmade resolutions, along with the happy realization that for now, at least, there were none to be broken.
Unresolved goals for the future had me feeling anxious, with many uncomfortable questions arising. Which direction should I choose for this year, or more aptly, which direction was I going?
THE FAILURE TO PLAN IS A PLAN TO FAIL momentarily replaced Auld Lang Syne, as a memory from my high school days surfaced.
Sifting through the clutter of desk papers, I paused over a clipping, sent to me in a wooden box, by a cherished child, many New Years ago.
The Question, once lived, slowly becomes the Answer.

Letters to a Poet, July 16, 1903
You are so young, so much before all beginning, and 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. 
Written by Rainer Maria Rilke

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