This morning a quote by Gustave Flaubert spoke to me. “The art of writing is discovering what you believe in.”
The quote led me to wonder just what I really believe in. What makes me who I am? Do I even know?
I believe in children and the innocence of youth. I believe we are here to make this world a better place and that we all serve some purpose in this life. I believe in having hope when all seems lost. I believe family can be more than just who you were born related to. I believe you do not have to understand someone to love them and that you should treat all people with understanding.
I believe in a dog’s unconditional love, cool autumn mornings, that music has the power to change you, that the written word is magical, and that we are born with vast potential if only we would get out of our own way and use it. I believe you do not have to have Happily Ever After in order to believe with all your soul that it exists.
I believe in miracles, small and large, and that the love of a mother is one of the greatest miracles of all.
I believe a cupcake can make the world a better place, even if only for a moment. I believe that standing, breathless, gazing at a mountain view, or on a ship, floating in a vast ocean miles from any land, is the closest I will ever come to feeling inner peace.
I believe in doing something just because it’s the right thing to do. I believe in love, laughter and joy while knowing we will suffer through pain, sadness and anger. I believe that giving up the past can be the most difficult thing a person can ever do, but it makes the future worthwhile.
I believe in God, kindness, and human compassion.
I believe in dreams.
What do you believe in? What truths make you who you are or define who you want to be?