Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Rainer Maria Rilke
You try to hold things in place. People, moments, versions of yourself. As if stability is something you can secure if you just try hard enough.
But life doesn’t work like that. It moves whether you’re ready or not. It takes things. It replaces them. It leaves you standing in something unfamiliar, wondering when it all shifted.
Rilke doesn’t offer comfort. He offers something harder. Acceptance. Not passive, but deliberate. The understanding that nothing you feel is permanent, even when it feels overwhelming.
You’re not supposed to control the experience. You’re supposed to endure it. Move through it. Let it change you without letting it erase you.
