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there is no strength in believing in strong people. its easy. simple. they've proven themselves.
there is strength in believing in the strangers. they havent proven you wrong.
but there is faith in believing in people who are low. addicts. criminals. cheaters. back-stabbers. lefts-behinds... because they have given you cause or reason to not.
strength is taking shots to your faith and getting back up to love a motherfucker despite them pushing away your hand. despite their angry words. despite of their lack of faith in you.
to keep going back for more spit in the face.
to keep running that last mile despite of the blood.
to keep showing up for that band.
to keep loving your alcoholic father.
to taking a chance on the unlovable.
to bet on the underdog.
to refuse to get beaten down by the lack of faith of others.
but to stand back up, tear streaked, battle-scarred and bruised and say,
"fuck you, motherfuckers. heres my heart again. do your best."
to keep extending your hand. your heart. your compassion. your support. your faith.
in friends. enemies. ex-girfriends. lost souls and dirty boys in bands in empty rooms...
to stand up and keep loving and believing in someone who gives you every reason not to.
that is what faith is.
there is strength in believing in the strangers. they havent proven you wrong.
but there is faith in believing in people who are low. addicts. criminals. cheaters. back-stabbers. lefts-behinds... because they have given you cause or reason to not.
strength is taking shots to your faith and getting back up to love a motherfucker despite them pushing away your hand. despite their angry words. despite of their lack of faith in you.
to keep going back for more spit in the face.
to keep running that last mile despite of the blood.
to keep showing up for that band.
to keep loving your alcoholic father.
to taking a chance on the unlovable.
to bet on the underdog.
to refuse to get beaten down by the lack of faith of others.
but to stand back up, tear streaked, battle-scarred and bruised and say,
"fuck you, motherfuckers. heres my heart again. do your best."
to keep extending your hand. your heart. your compassion. your support. your faith.
in friends. enemies. ex-girfriends. lost souls and dirty boys in bands in empty rooms...
to stand up and keep loving and believing in someone who gives you every reason not to.
that is what faith is.