If I don’t understand something, I am not afraid to ask questions. I was taught that this is good. Always try to understand- and if you have the question, chances are someone else is thinking the same thing.
There is beauty in a question- in learning and using our intellect to piece together ideas – to try to comprehend how nature and people and science and art and philosophy and God all work.
But I’ve realized we can focus so much on the question, that we become blind to the answer when it hits us in the face.
If I spend my whole life questioning without deciding which answer to believe, I will die with nothing.
No solutions.
No hope.
No answers.
There comes a point where we must trust. Look at the evidence, listen to that small voice inside of you, and decide.
