letters to a young poet“…always the wish that you might be able to find patience enough in yourself to endure, and single-heartedness enough to believe; that you might win increasing trust in what is difficult, and in your solitude among other people. And the for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me: life is right, at all events.”

Let. Life. Happen. To. You. 

Does that provoke you as much as it does me? The high achiever within me shouting and screaming at the mere thought of simply letting life happen. How passive. How purposeless. How pointless? Where’s the drive? Where’s the intentionality of it all?

Life is right. At all events. 

Huh? Really?

And then… I came to terms with the high achiever within, the clever girl-persona I’d taken on, encouraged by my surroundings, by myself, by my blazing desire for external gratification, attention, praise and cheers. And suddenly. I am. Letting life happen to me. Knowing life is right, at all events.

And guess what?

It’s not a passive way of being in the world at all. Not. At. All.

But I am not sure I can even express why I perceive that it is active – in a way I’ve never lived my life prior to this insight. But it is.

And if you don’t take my word for it – well. Try for yourself?

#Blogg100 challenge in 2017 – post number 36 of 100.
The book “Letters to a Young Poet” by Rainer Maria Rilke.
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