LTYP rerun
I just finished reading Letters to a Young Poet for the nth
time today, and as always, I am aghast at how strongly I can relate to what Mr.
Kappus must have been feeling a hundred years earlier. It is as though Mr.
Rilke has answered my questions 80 years before I was born, and, reading them
now, somehow helps me accept everything that is happening around me. He says
that I should let life happen to me; that life is in the right, always. A
passage goes thus:
"…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….”
