free the oppressed

“I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”

“Sometimes I feel I can’t go on like this forever. Days pass and nothing happens, and I feel so alone in my heart.”

“You have survived so much that no one remembers. And you still spread warm rain on all your overgrown lots. And you still get dressed in the morning. You still open wide for the sun.”

“Describe numbness,” he says. He sits opposite me with his legs crossed. His broad hands enclose mine. “Well it’s like standing on the edge of a cliff and not feeling afraid,” I tell him. I can’t stand the look he’s giving me so I divert my eyes. “It’s like knowing you should feel something but not being able to.”

I want to infect you with the tremendous excitement of living, because I believe that you have the strength to bear it.