I believe in love – not just any love, but an agape (agápē) type of love.
I believe in kindness and it’s ability to spread like fire.
I believe in people and the goodness that resides in each and every one of us.
I believe in this world, and its capacity for greatness.
It seems to me that faith is lost so easily, much easier than it is gained. We set out with the prospects of glory and great things, but forget that there are times where things will be challenging and the end is blocked by something we try desperately to divert our eyes from. But why would we turn away knowing that what we want is just beyond that barrier? Isn’t the point of faith knowing you may be wrong, but believing you’re right? Knowing you may fail, but believing you’ll succeed?
There are so many times I’ve wanted something – be it a thing, experience, or even a person – but I turned my back the second I lost sight of the goal. I know I shouldn’t regret because things happen for a reason and I am who I am because of those past experiences, but the truth is, there are things I regret. I regret not trying hard enough. I regret not always being a better person. I regret not having enough faith. But that’s not the kind of life I want to live. I want to live believing in things with all my heart. I want to live believing, even when the prospect of failure seems greater than that of success.
Out of all the things I believe in, the least I can do is believe in myself.