The problems you know about aren’t problems. Those are just the ones you complain about.
The problems you don’t know about—those are real.
Because they stop you dead cold. Because they truly hurt and surprise you.
I do not understand.
That matters little. You have wandered too long in the unreal world of “Problems I Know About,” and are ill-equipped for real ones. When you finally encounter a real problem you will know it.
Because you will be screaming.
For your very life—screaming for salvation from it—there will be no space or time left for complaining.
What do I do? Is there no answer?
There is. But it is of no use to you to give you a thing you are unable to receive.
So, that's it?! You leave me with no answer to a problem I cannot know?!
Something like that. But not quite. The answer comes with the problem.
That is unfair!
There you go complaining again.
See the problems in your life—your wilderness—and complain about them. Go ahead. Continue right on. Just know that you are living in an unreal world. Perhaps you may develop sense enough to see the problem of complaining about every problem you see, and therefore step a little closer.
But only after being bitten by the problem you don’t see, do things get religious—do they get real.
Freedom only comes after the bite.