Questions, not Answers

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Grief is praise of those we have lost. Our own souls who have loved and are now heartbroken would turn to stone and hate us if we did not show such praise when we lose whom we love.

~ Martin Prechtel, The Smell of Rain on Dust

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… In my adolescence, I felt the typical existential anguish at questions like who am I? — what’s my purpose? — why do people have to die and where do we go next? All these questions were too heavy for me, so once again I turned to the books that I thought had the answers to many of the questions I asked myself in my youth.

They had no answer. Ironically this cheered me up. Showed me that I too could be a writer, that was for those who had questions, not answers..

~ HAN KANG

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Build a humble, flawed life from the rubble, and cherish that…

… You will have 30 years or 50 years, or maybe you’ll be gone tomorrow. All that matters is this moment, right now. This is the moment you learn to be here, to feel your limbs, to feel your full heart, to realize, for the first time, just how lucky you are.

~ Heather Havrilesky

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… stuck in the power of our wounds, we block our own transformation. We overlook the greater gifts inherent in our…