"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty. Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always. The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens."
Rainer Maria Rilke
Mixed feelings about these poetic words.
I definitely blame myself for not being poet enough to call forth life's riches (even though I do consider myself a poet - at least in my heart). If I opened up my heart, my soul, and my mind to their natural inclinations; if I allowed them to interpret life through the lens of my natural essence - I would own the fucking world. (Might still happen).
"Let life happen to you" feels contradictory to the "calling forth" sentiment. Letting life happen resulted in me pissing my life away. Life wields an obsidian knife and does not hesitate to use it.
Of course the possibility exists that I am no more than a brute, and therefore unable to fully understand Rilke's statement.
Still, I am just now learning about this Rilke dude - I like the mystery of his words.
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