A few years ago I would have considered myself to be spiritual. I believed strongly. I believed regardless of what may be happening. Something inside of me that I could hold on it. It enabled me to get through many things without having to look for something beyond it, outside of me. And then suddenly the belief disappeared. Just like that. I can say it may have happened around three years ago when I was washed away by other things, superficial things. I tucked the belief inside of me, I ignored it and almost let it all go. Ironically at that time I assumed that I was more spiritual, a stronger believer. But I was wrong. And when things unexpectedly started hitting me, tripping me, hurting me I looked for support in other places not once believing in the belief hiding somewhere inside. And just when I thought I had failed completely, I believed once again. Suddenly it was back. And I found myself on the path again. The belief had bought back a lot to me. A closure and a beginning. It bought back confidence, a sense of direction.
Whether it is belief in God, or a child's belief that their blanket can keep them safe or other beliefs, it is beliefs and the hopes that they bring that keep us going at times.
