Questions

A wise Canadian man once told me that the questions we ask ourselves are more important than the answers to the questions. He might have been paraphrasing from some philosopher but it sounds pretty good.

Questions are essential to getting what you want in life. Questions propel you in a direction to the journeying answer. [Wow, journeying is an actual word. Mind. Blown.]

I got to thinking about my questions. You know, the questions that keep you up at night. The questions that make you try a little hard the next day. The questions that keep you hidden until you feel safe. These questions are the stepping stone to our next great adventure.

I realize that I’m not asking the right questions. I’m always asking why can’t I get a job I love? Why is this person bothering me? Why is my life this way or that way? Instead I need to be asking questions like What will propel my career further, a class at the community college or improv classes? Or When is my personal due date for finishing my first draft? Or What books do I need to read to help change my views on the world? Or How can I help in changing the world?

I am a selfish twenty-four year old. The world at my feet and I choose the paralyzing fear of success. I choose crippling anxiety over adventure.  I choose complaint over gratitude. I choose all these things in my life because the question for me, and for most people is, why me? I’m changing my question.

How can I benefit the world most?

What’s your question?