I found this quote by someone I had not heard about before, and it struck something I had not given much thought about before. The idea of getting lost in a mystery, in the need to understand it without solving it has always been “something” important to me: a state in which I can entertain all ideas and accept none – a state of true, open, and honest philosophical inquiry – if you will. And it seems intuitive in retrospect that while being so invested in that process of questioning, I would find a sense of belonging; a sense of being part of the mystery itself, but seeing from this perspective now tells me something new: I am part of that mystery.
It may be important to clarify that I am not a believer of things supernatural, and only indulge in metaphysical ponderings when the muse of such ponderings is plausibility. And I observe this notion of being a mystery as part of an attempt to understand my own biases and how they govern my choices, and more importantly, my passions.
“Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.”
Think about how much your mysteries mean to you.