Love
If I've learned anything, it's that being in love is a lot like believing in god.
You either do, and you don't question it.
Or you don't.
If you aren't given the faith in god, but you THINK he might be real, you FEEL like it could make sense, but you aren't sure, you aren't 100%, then you don't BELIEVE; you don't know, and you don't have true faith.
Even if you really WANT to have faith, it isn't up to you. You can only lie to yourself for so long about believing or not believing, about loving or not loving. What you want, and what you really feel, are totally different. But in the end, what you knew all along is what really winds up staring you in the face.
There is no thinking, there is no decision, and really you have no choice in the matter.
You simply do, or you simply don't. It's a shame that no matter how much we can jusify away all of the horrible things we do, and justify our hate, yet we can't control out own love.
You either do, and you don't question it.
Or you don't.
If you aren't given the faith in god, but you THINK he might be real, you FEEL like it could make sense, but you aren't sure, you aren't 100%, then you don't BELIEVE; you don't know, and you don't have true faith.
Even if you really WANT to have faith, it isn't up to you. You can only lie to yourself for so long about believing or not believing, about loving or not loving. What you want, and what you really feel, are totally different. But in the end, what you knew all along is what really winds up staring you in the face.
There is no thinking, there is no decision, and really you have no choice in the matter.
You simply do, or you simply don't. It's a shame that no matter how much we can jusify away all of the horrible things we do, and justify our hate, yet we can't control out own love.