Believe Your Beliefs
I think I may have finally snapped.
I know what I believe, I know what I want to believe, but I don’t know how to hold on to my beliefs. My what-ifs and my questions far outweigh anything that I’ve learned in life, taking me to the unknown, rendering me deficient. Sometimes the questions one asks are not answered as easily as they are asked. If they were we’d have utopia.
Right or wrong.
Quiet or loud.
Soft or hard.
Submissive or rebellious.
It’s got to be ok to take a break from theories and thoughts and just be, right?
“Snapped”
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I certainly hope so…
Story of my life…in a nutshell.
Just being is the single hardest thing for me in my life. I have such and all or nothing mentality about everything that I often become paralyzed and am forced to be because I can’t do the other which is to commit totally. I’m working on it though.
I totally get this.
Just “be” girlfriend.
oh man….I’m soooooooooooooooo there! me too me too. So many questions!
If you have questions like what-ifs, it means that you don’t believe your belief. You can only believe in something or someone you have absolutely no doubt about.
And therein lies the problem.
I’ve always felt that it’s human nature to doubt, to question, to analyze, to criticize, to pick apart, to wonder.
But isn’t it also human nature to mend, to put together, to heal, to rest, to conclude, to determine for oneself what is and is not?
I never cease to be in awe at people who have their beliefs set in stone. I know what I believe today…but tomorrow’s another story.
An interesting 100 Words. Nice to see you take the challenge.
Intense. I have beliefs, but they are from the buffet table of spirituality, and not any one religion or path.
I do try to Be Here Now. Sometimes people tell me I’m pretty good at it. Today I’m having a tough time, trying to stay away from pain and regret. Regret for those years I didn’t make it into the dentist’s office. Cursing my father that I inherited his genes for bad saliva. :(
Pardon my venting. Your words moved me. ;p