We had one of those moments last Friday. During our conversation about happiness, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez — we know her as Sandy — stopped us cold with this poem:
Where are we going?
When birds sing to one another, are they looking for melody or harmony?
I’ve never been the one with answers.
How is it that our eyes betray us?
What does tomorrow bring?
Just questions. Enigmatic, urgent, smoldering questions.
But this, this is a world of answers:
where to go, what to do, how to get rich quick –
the degree to make you slick
the title you want to hit
the right dosage for your sick.
Well, I’ve forgotten about the ready-made bullets in that gun
because for me, not knowing is half the fun
It’s the uncertain moment before a first kiss
It’s trying to remember if your seatbelt clicked
It’s the ride.
And I don’t really know about this world full of answers
But I think I’ll hold on to my questions
Because if not knowing is half the fun
Then inventing the answers on a bed of dew drops is the other
I’ll show you the color of my love
or at least I can try
but maybe in that case, two makes better than one.
I just ask that you leave your answers at home
because to be honest, I don’t really care about where we’re going.
I care about who we become along the way.