Belief, such a tenuous thing. Easily destroyed in many.
My own beliefs included.
Lately though, I had found renewed strength.
A strength that defies my own doubts. My universe is changing, and so I am changing also.
A profound change is on the horizon, I can feel it’s approaching storm. A storm like no other.
My beliefs are not what they once were, nor are they what many may adhere to. Yet I am not alone in my beliefs. There are many, more each day, that feel as I do.
While most seem lost in today’s world, trying to fill the void with material things. A growing number are turning their backs on this constant consuming, searching out their own truths. Their own beliefs.
Beliefs that will not be destroyed, but instead grow stronger as they, as I, manifest this new reality.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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