Maybe not everything needs an answer
Mysteries, Yes by Mary Oliver
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.Let me keep company always with those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
Just trying to navigate through my 20s and imbibe this learning. Sometimes we go through life trying to control too much, creating our expectations of good and bad. Rushing into things and not enjoying the process of it. Forgetting that ultimately our happiness does not lie in the monumental achievements of our life but in the journey itself; in decontrolling sometimes and in the freedom of not knowing, the mystery, the myriad of possibilities in life.
Maybe that’s what freedom is sometimes;
To give yourself permission to not be at war with yourself
To surrender.
And let life happen.
