Safe

So...I did not win the lotto last night!

I made this painting, earlier this year. I just come back from a traveling-holiday through Botswana and Namibia. (it is for sale on e-bay)

When is a person really safe? How secure are we as human beings?

A friend of mine sent me this quote last night: 

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and 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 then you will gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer   (Rilke)