Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so on concernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything.
…. I want to beg you, as much as I can, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. and the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day to the answer.
Resolve to be always beginning, to be a beginner.
-Rainer Maria Rilke – Letters to a Young Poet