You have a belief that is central to your life.
I know I do.
You may not recognize it as such. It may be so important, so fundamental, that you aren’t even consciously aware of it.
You may even deny that it’s true. It’s frightening, knowing that your sense of… everything, really… centers around one pivotal point. Knowing that there is one spot that if it were gone, would break you.
But it’s there.
It is beautiful.
And it is terrifying.
Because if that belief fails, you know it will break you. Destroy you. Shatter you.
But living without that belief – denying that belief – is the slow greying of the world around you. Not a potential cataclysm of pain true, but instead the slow mildewing rot of decay.
There is no safe choice.
But there is a beautiful one.
And I wish and I wish and I wish.
And I work to make my belief come true.