I don’t think we give enough credit to the ones with questions. Oftentimes they are simply saying out loud what the rest of us are thinking or wondering. The questions aren’t the threat—it’s the alternative to growing numb and complacent, the specter of a stalled-out journey, the encroaching quiet desperation that terrified Thoreau,2 or the silencing of one’s true self out of fear or a need to belong. Blessed are the wonderers with the courage to live into the questions. Seems to me that sooner or later, whether we like the outcome or not, theirs is the answer.
