Unanswered Question

My Dear Stranger,

Sometimes, I wake up with a quiet weight in my chest,

a feeling made of questions.

Have you ever felt that?

A sense that something important is hidden,

not far away, not dramatic, just… there.

Waiting to be noticed.

It comes without warning.

I can’t control it. I can’t turn it off.

I learnt to live with it.

It slips into ordinary moments—a glance, a sound, a passing thought,

and suddenly my heart is asking things my mind cannot explain.

It feels as if my own feelings are trying to guide me,

pointing gently toward something I need to see,

even when I don’t understand what it is yet.

My Dear Stranger,

I don’t fully understand myself.

I’m still learning to accept who I am.

I live with a quiet pile of unanswered questions in my head.

They follow me through life,

Demandto be answered.

And slowly, one by one, some answers come.

Not always the way I hope.

Not always the way I expect.

But they are still answers.

And I am learning how to accept them.

I’m also learning something harder,

that not every question is meant to be solved.

Some are meant to be carried.

Some are meant to stay silent.

My Dear Stranger,

There are things in this world we cannot find by searching, and cannot see by looking harder.

Maybe they reveal themselves only when we are ready,

or maybe they remain hidden, not as a punishment, but as a quiet mercy.

And I’m learning to make peace with that.

It's okay not to know.

Your stranger,

Vie