A lightbulb just illuminated above my head. Not because I found an answer. Far from it. But because I realized that answers are often impossible. And they might not even matter.
I don’t believe in playing Devil’s advocate. Nor do I believe in blind agreement. Or even, in many cases, the dangerous thing called “compromise.” But there’s yet another approach, although I can’t think of a word for it. (We need a word for it!) It involves looking inward, listening, and exploring the depths of complicated, unanswerable questions. With courage. The courage to admit that you’re lost. In the face of tragedy, we’re all lost. But that doesn’t mean we’re not capable of healing and growth. And, in fact, when we let go, we rise.