A peculiar case of endless spring...

I need to learn to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in my heart - and as it has been the case so far, those come in a greater number than I would dare to admit. I need to teach myself to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. I mustn't look for the answers where there are none to be found. They cannot be given to me because I am not yet ready to live them. In truth, it is a question of experiencing everything while allowing yourself to miss out on things you'll regret. All I know is that at present I need to live for the question. The why's, how's and who's. Perhaps then I will gradually, without even noticing it, find myself experiencing the answer, some distant day, and smiling with all my heart, for I shall be certain that I did it right, that I did it my way.