I'm one of those that tends to question everything. I ask why to questions that might never be answered here on earth. It feels safer for me to stay questioning than to sit with what is. That kind of quiet eats at me during the night and greets me in the morning.
What would happen if I allowed myself to ease into that unknown? What would happen if I gave up my need to understand?
Maybe in letting go that hollowness would be filled with something full. A fullness that I can't understand, but frees me from my need to understand.
Perhaps it is hope. An assurance of something beyond this. A hope that I don't have to be owned by a story of doubt and fear and shame.
In letting go, I can open up the door for a new story.