“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
I am still completely unaware of my blood type. I could be walking around with vowels or consonants; how much does it matter? We trace ghosts with the palm of our tongue and drip excess taste buds onto street corners that later get stomped into the concrete. There are more questions than there are answers, so I crush my calluses into each upturned inquiry. Some wonderings are better left unsolved. To live everything is to breathe into each moment. Tomorrow matters much less than today. Here is far more interesting than two weeks ago. And when you find yourself building stories with some stranger, remind yourself that none of us really are visitors anymore. We’ve all just been waiting for more doors to open and the magic of curious humans to walk on in.