I believe...

Today I’m prompted to talk about belief: belief in the idea that I can become a writer. But I don’t want to talk about that. I do believe in my ability of becoming a writer. I can visualize it, see the dream form, and wait for it to become a reality. But that’s not all that I believe in. So instead of writing a blog post about something that frankly, bores me, I won’t. I’m going to some of the things I believe in. And since I made the declaration yesterday that I am a writer, then yes, a list doesn’t revoke that assertion. 

I believe in God.

I believe that I make a difference.

I believe that friendships are some of the best, yet hardest, things in life.

I believe in the power of a well-written song.

I believe that at everyone’s core, they are a good person.

I believe that we, including myself, are entirely too selfish.

I believe that love will find a way.

I believe that after everything is said and done, there will still be laughter.

I believe that writing is a very private practice.

I believe that words hurt.

I believe that a cup of tea can brighten up any rainy afternoon.

I believe that when people say, “I just feel like I should do it” then they probably are right.

I believe that no matter the amount of money in your bank account you will still find something you wish you had.

I believe that sometimes all that is necessary is a hug.

I believe that we are not perfect and that perfection is unattainable.

I believe that art needs no explanation.

I believe that families hurt.

I believe that cleanliness is in the eye of the beholder.

I believe that public education needs a face-lift.

I believe that writing can inspire, encourage, dismay, and motivate.

I believe that if no one bothers to read this, I’ll keep writing anyways.