I adore Rilke.
Especially his Letters to a Young Poet.
This being the most beautiful part in the entire book:
Live the questions.
I don't know the answers or outcomes of anything.
But they will come.
In the meantime, I just need to live.
Just for now.
Zen in literature.
A quiet weekend awaits us, if my flu and myself have anything to say about it.
Hope you'll enjoy yours.
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