We don’t have the answers, we realise. Better yet, we discover that we don’t need all the answers. We don’t have to solve the mysteries of the universe. We don’t have to understand nor do we have to be understood.
There is no explaining life sometimes. And sometimes, we find we are done explaining ourselves.
We let go of our work and our worries. We find – we make – some quiet time for ourselves. We decide to live our questions rather than attempt to answer them.