Love the Questions

In the May 7th issue of 'America Magazine', there is an article about 'Advice for College Grads'. Different individuals shared their advice. Therese J. Borchard wrote that one of her professors encouraged her to stretch her mind and remember that there is 'no black and white on this side of death--there's not even a Crayola box of primary colors.'

She said that after she graduated from school she was "tossed into a messy world-- a boss who hated my guts, a dad who died and two lawsuits filed against me and my sisters by fellow family members. I had many more questions than answers. And I began to understand what my professor was trying to teach me. In times like those I take consolation in the words of the poet Rainer Maria Rilke:

'Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. 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.'

And I remember that the mess isn't all bad."


As a frequent "Question Asker", I appreciated Borchard's article. I rather like 'living the questions'. And its really nice when I see how we indeed, gradually, start quitely 'living our way into the answer.'