What I am telling you is that you do not need to know to love, and it is right that you feel it all in any moment. And it is right that you see it through, that you are amazed, then curious, then belligerent, then heartbroken, then numb. You have the right to all of it. You must want to own all of it. We will try to ward you away. We will try to explain to you that we have already walked that path. We will try to tell you that we have made your mistakes. We will claim that we are trying to spare you. But you will see our greed and self-service hiding behind our words. You will see us ward you away with one hand, while the other still shakes at the memories. Here is the thing: you have the right to every end of your exploration and no motherfucker anywhere can tell you otherwise.
http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2013/08/how-i-met-your-mother/278724/