If you could ask just one question…
If you could ask just one question (and know for sure you’d receive the right answer), what would you ask?
What is the meaning of life? Is there a meaning to life? What happens after we die?
I don’t think about this kind of stuff often. Ok so that was a lie. I think about this stuff all the time. More than I’d like to admit. Especially to my mom. Because she gets all emotional and worried and tells me to stop.
Last night, my uncle passed away. I’d only met him a handful of times. I remember the first time I visited Jaffna (the northern tip of Sri Lanka where he lived) and saw the huge fields with no wires overhead. Naturally, I wanted to buy a kite. He told his sons to make one for me instead. So there we are trying to make a kite out of bamboo and special kite paper (which I promptly ripped and destroyed because apparently flying a kite takes skill. who knew.) Anyway, there’s really no point to this story other than the fact that I had no idea I’d never see him again.
Life is like that. You never know what’s around the corner- which is why I think it’s important to think about questions you can’t answer- even the hard ones.
I’ll end this all-over-the-place post with one of my favourite quotes regarding questions and answers and life.
“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.” — R.M. Rilke