When I was younger I bought into the belief that life was mostly about finding answers to important questions.
What will I be when I grow up?
Where will I go to college?
Will I get married?
Where will I live?
What kind of car will I drive?
So far, answers to questions like these have come in handy when asked things like:
So, what do you do?
Where did you get your degree?
Are you filing single, or jointly?
What’s you mailing address again?
Is that your car?
There have been times when I’ve felt like I was on an extended Easter Egg hunt. Running around and looking for answers under trees and behind fences hoping to exclaim, “I got one!” loud enough for everyone to hear. (Note: Now the possibility exists to broadcast your findings even more so thanks to online social communities. Not only can you show everyone the answer you’ve found, but you can quickly discern how your answer measures up with others around you.)
The nice thing about answers is that they provide closure.
The problem is that answers are static and finite.
Sometimes I worry that all I have is a basket full of answers.
I’m done with finding answers – what I want now is better questions.