Sometimes when we are anxious about finding answers, I find questions provide some ironic clarity. For this reason, I decided to share another gem from Pablo Neruda for my shared thought of the week.
"XXXI"
Whom can I ask what I came
to make happen in this world?
Why do I move without wanting to,
why am I not able to sit still?
Why do I go rolling without wheels,
flying without wings or feathers,
and why did I decide to migrate
if my bones live in Chile?
Source: Neruda, Pablo. 2001. The Book of Questions. Port Townsend, Washington: Copper Canyon Press.
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