"...Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little." I read this and I actually had to sit back as it forced something inside of me to take note and grasp it for all its worth. Reading it over, again and again, as if it was a note written out, personally, just for me. "The moment you know you begin to die a little" echoed in the back of mind as I was making sense of all the turbulence I've been experiencing life-wise lately. It encompassed my entire existence, at that instant. Me, looking and searching for the answers to so many of life's vagueness and incompleteness, the incomprehension of the daily struggles and the glimpses of joy that do, as much as I sometimes want to turn a blind eye to, appear every so often.
We are meant to go about this not knowing, because if you do know, then why live anymore. You would die a little more each day because there'd be little to live for, little left to strive for, little to understand. What keeps most of us waking up to each day, hopeful, as the rising sun, new and untainted, is to discover just a little more, to unveil a little more of that lingering riddle, the unquestioned and the unanswered. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr, is so correct, the happenings in my life are just fine, they are more than alright - it means that I am in fact, living, it would mean nothing to me if I had it all figured out and laid out bare.
I love when I stumble upon meaningful quotes, prose, poetry or images, music or whatever at a point or time that I most needed some assurance or understanding. I'm sharing this, because, who knows, maybe you needed to hear it too.
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