A Choosy Believer
I’m opting out of some of that.
Instead, I think a belief is just a thought that got a lot of air time. (Thank you, Abe, for that realization.)
And I believe I can direct my thoughts, and that reality comes from them.
Which is why I’m choosy about what to believe. For example …
I don’t believe in:
I do believe in:
- happy endings
- Universal favor
- and plenty of opportunities.
I don’t believe it’s possible to get it wrong. And I don’t believe in wasted time.
I believe everything works out perfectly. And I believe in goofing off.
I don’t believe in “the one”; I believe love abounds.
I don’t believe in broken hearts. Hearts heal when we let them.
I don’t believe in death, the devil, mistakes or fated destiny.
But I do believe in angels. And our divinity. And that anything’s possible.
I don’t believe we’re here to learn life lessons or prove ourselves worthy.
I believe we’re already worthy. All the time. Automatically.
I believe puppy kisses are the secret to good health, and I believe life is meant to be fun.
I believe everyone can win, and that life just keeps getting better.
I believe this place is crawling with fabulous people and that we’ll never run out of things to love about this amazing life.
I believe I’m getting better every day, and that Universe is rooting for me.
I believe in my power to choose, and I believe that perspective makes all the difference.
And I believe all of us get to be right, whatever we dare believe.
But all that really matters is …
… what do you believe?