Asking big questions

This past weekend, I sat with a dear friend. Our schedule was our own, and we had nowhere to be. A true gift.

And so we talked. We asked questions of each other, and we asked questions of the world.

Most importantly, we asked big, open-ended questions without clearly defined answers.

The answers we did glimpse were complex, shifting, and often questions themselves.

We drank coffee, broke bread, and pondered.

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Our most compelling journeys in life are not within the map that’s been established, but along its edges, and beyond its frame ... where we can wander, and question, and seek with curiosity.

Always asking questions and not always knowing answers.