It is sometimes the hard mystery of attempting to understand “why?” Why did that happen, or why did they pass that law? Mystery is the why we don’t always get to know.
What is something you would like to know the “why” of? How do you embrace the mystery of not knowing that?
Throughout my life I have encountered variations of the question “Do you believe in ____?” Whether it be ghosts, Santa, fairies, whatever. My answer has almost always been something like “I believe that there are things that we cannot understand.” I have always felt strongly that forces exist that we cannot necessarily perceive, and they are a mystery to us. We all find different ways of explaining the unexplained through spirituality, science, storytelling, or imagination, and they are all useful in living harmoniously with mysterious things.
What is something you believe in that cannot be understood rationally?
A good mystery book can be a blessing. It’s a brief break in my daily life and makes my brain think in different ways. Sometimes I love knowing ‘whodunit’ and sometimes I just go with the flow of the book. Similar to life.
When do you go with the flow of the mystery?
Sometimes we are afraid of the unknown, of the mysterious. Sometimes admitting–or even facing–those fears is a healthy part of overcoming them.
What unknown makes you afraid? How can you face that today?
Mystery is unsettling to my concrete-loving brain. I desire answers when maybe there are none. Sometimes that’s hard and I have to sit with it for a while.
What does it feel like to sit with the unknown?
