Somewhere between the ages of 15 and 40, people sometimes have mental and emotional face-offs with themselves. A mental clash between two viewpoints or a driving need for answers to certain questions about life or love or existence. Sometimes, these struggles are labeled as questioning, maybe questions about whether they have been as good as they should or could be. Sometimes, such times feel like crises, peaks of pressure or agony, where it feels like good or better answers are really, really needed.
The book "Faith Unraveled: How a Girl Who Knew All the Answers Learned to Ask Questions" by the unfairly deceased Rachel Held Evans includes this sentence:
My hope is that if I am patient, the questions themselves will dissolve into meaning, the answers won't matter so much anymore, and perhaps it will all make sense to me on some distant, ordinary day.
See what she does here? She doesn't hope to get answers to questions that bug her. In fact, she explicits posits that answers won't matter so much anymore but "it" will all make sense some distant, ordinary day.
This idea that understanding and acceptance, mental peace and assurance, can descend without syllogisms or calculation is quite beautiful. It does describe very nicely the sort of grasped comprehensive insight that time and living can bring.
