Questions That Answer Back
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how much of life feels like one big question mark. For the longest time, I didn’t believe in things like affirmations, journaling, or even sitting down to ask myself hard questions. It felt unnecessary, almost like trying too hard.
But then I realized, what we believe is what ends up working for us. If I believe that asking myself certain questions won’t help, then they won’t. But if I give them a chance, they start to open doors inside me.
Asking questions like:
Sometimes the answers don’t show up immediately. Sometimes they’re messy or half-baked. But the act of asking keeps me in a state of reflection, it’s like shining a flashlight into corners of myself I would normally ignore.
And then I realized something else. Sometimes, what shapes what we like or dislike, the way we interact, the way we judge, and even the way we hold ourselves back, has less to do with the thing itself and more to do with everything surrounding it. The stories we’ve been told, the expectations we’ve absorbed, the fears we’ve carried.
It’s rarely the “thing” that’s the problem. It’s the weight of all the invisible strings tied around it. And those strings can keep us from doing the best of what we’re capable of, from stepping into something we truly want. We become bound, not by the thing itself, but by what we’ve attached to it.
And little by little, asking questions helps untangle those strings. They point me toward what to focus on, what to let go of, and where to breathe.
I think clarity doesn’t always come in a lightning strike. Sometimes, it comes in quiet questions we whisper to ourselves, over and over again, until the answers finally whisper back.
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