All that is required of us, perhaps, is simply to believe.
Or rather, to choose, quietly yet resolutely, what it is we shall believe.
For the world we inhabit is not merely constructed of stone and circumstance, but of convictions often repeated until they assume the authority of truth. What we hear, what we accept, what we allow to settle within us, these in time compose the very fabric of our reality. It follows, then, that nothing is of greater consequence than the objects of our faith.
Will you incline toward goodness, toward love, unity, and that delicate thread of connection which binds one soul to another?
Or will you concede to darker notions, to division, ruin, and the lonely exaltation of the self apart from all others?
I have found, with no small measure of wonder, that the harsher judgments I once held, by degrees, softened and dissolved. Not by chance alone, but through a gentle persistence of my own, joined with the steady kindness of those who remind me, day after day.Not as I once feared, merely tense, but rather, as a dear friend observed, possessed of an intensity that need not be diminished. And in this, I am persuaded that all things become, in no small part, the very things we dare to tell ourselves they are.
For everything, I am inclined to believe, possesses its rightful place, though it may not always reveal itself at once. Trust that it exists, and in time, it will appear. As he so wisely intimates, if one continues forward, steadfast and without needless deviation, one will eventually arrive where one is meant to be.
