I do not pretend to know all of the answers, all I know is how to explore and ask the questions. Maybe it
has never been about having all of the right answers. Is it possible that it is simply seeking answers that makes life valuable?
What if there were no mysteries, how then would we explain love? How different would we see life, How different would we experience death? I will keep asking questions?
I am certain I will never have all the "right" answers, but what feels right for me will have to be "right" enough for those that love me.
“I think we can't go around measuring our goodness by what we don't do, by what we deny ourselves, what we resist, and who we exclude. I think we've got to measure goodness by what we embrace, what we create, and who we include.”
Joanne Harris, Chocolat