Living in the Question
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if before we made any decisions we knew how things would turn out? There would be no doubt, no tension just pure certainty. Unfortunately life doesn’t work like that. We have to live with uncertainty. However, living without all the answers can deepen our faith. It means having to live in the moment, stepping into the unknown, seeing life as one big great adventure.
There is a legend that King Solomon called all his advisors to a meeting and told them he had a dream that there was a ring that would bring him peace and contentment. He ordered them to find it. After months of searching the ring was found. It simply said, “This too shall pass.” Everything is impermanent. Life works better when we let things happen, when we don’t try to make things happen. Krishnamurti is said to have asked an audience, “Do you want to know my secret?” His response was, “I don’t mind what happens.” Eckhart Tolle says that it implies that he was in alignment with what happens.
Brene Brown writes that uncertainty makes us vulnerable, so we try to escape it however we can. Yet we can thrive on it. It is about faith and trust. Believing we can find a way through whatever happens. In Letters to a Young Poet, Ranier Maria Rilke, wrote a beautiful piece about living in the question, “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.”
Posted on May 5, 2015, in Inspirational and tagged Attitude, being awake, being aware, being conscious, believe, Brene Brown, center for spiritual living space coast, divine guidance, Eckhart Tolle, Ranier Maria Rilke. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.