You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient with all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are 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 gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. (Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke)
For some reason I've been paying attention to questions recently: questions that I heard someone ask, or questions a friend might have told me were asked of them, or questions woven into the content of something I'm reading. Anyway, I've been amazed by the depth and quality of these questions, as well as what these questions have stirred up within me. So I thought I'd pass a few of them along...
Who (or what) derermines the content of your life?
The way you spend your minutes and your days?
What directs your steps each day?
What does your life revolve around?
What is your center right now?
Busy? Too busy? Why?
Why can't you stop?
What are you chasing?
What are you so afraid of?
Do you know how much I love you?
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