We spend a lot of time trying to understand. We have a problem to fix, so we seek a solution. What did that person mean when they said that thing to us? A potential client reached out to us, but when push came to shove, the ghosted us. Why? What gives?
And then there are the even bigger kinds of understanding. Why do I suffer so much? How did I get here? What’s the point? These questions have been surfaced for millennia. There are countless books written about them. And, of course, we have the great religions. Part of their existence is to help us navigate these. Oh, and to provide us with answers in relationship to them.
The drive is to the answer. But what if the real meaning is in the question? What if the ultimate connection to life lies not in understanding but in asking?
Sometimes answers get in the way.