Believing
This morning I saw a really lovely post a good friend wrote a few days ago about what he believes in. I'm feeling challenged by his closing, so in return, here's what I believe in.
I believe in the power of chocolate to make a bad moment a little better. I believe that we sometimes, miraculously, have the ability to say just the right thing at just the right moment. I believe in the power of connections between people. I believe in words, and that there must be a perfect word for every need, and the days when the stars align in such a way that I even know and can think of the perfect word at the right moment. I believe perfect exists.
I believe in the beauty of little things: a snuggling kitty, the popping sound when you open a sealed jar, biting into a ripe peach, the way the sun angles at 7 o'clock at this time of year. I believe there is a larger story, a greater meaning, even though I have no freaking clue what it might be and even though I'm sometimes afraid I don't want to know. I continue to believe in the possibility of my favorite books being real and true, and that someday I might be a character in one of those stories.
I believe in sunshine, mostly, but also rain and winds that almost blow you away. I believe in the magic of fog. I believe in the moon and that there's something special about its light, and I believe in knowing the insignificance that comes from staring into a starry sky.
I'm kind of down today, and it's nice to think that there are still a few true, believable things that I can hold onto.
I want to know what you believe.
I believe in the power of chocolate to make a bad moment a little better. I believe that we sometimes, miraculously, have the ability to say just the right thing at just the right moment. I believe in the power of connections between people. I believe in words, and that there must be a perfect word for every need, and the days when the stars align in such a way that I even know and can think of the perfect word at the right moment. I believe perfect exists.
I believe in the beauty of little things: a snuggling kitty, the popping sound when you open a sealed jar, biting into a ripe peach, the way the sun angles at 7 o'clock at this time of year. I believe there is a larger story, a greater meaning, even though I have no freaking clue what it might be and even though I'm sometimes afraid I don't want to know. I continue to believe in the possibility of my favorite books being real and true, and that someday I might be a character in one of those stories.
I believe in sunshine, mostly, but also rain and winds that almost blow you away. I believe in the magic of fog. I believe in the moon and that there's something special about its light, and I believe in knowing the insignificance that comes from staring into a starry sky.
I'm kind of down today, and it's nice to think that there are still a few true, believable things that I can hold onto.
I want to know what you believe.