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I believe

I believe in sadness and joy.
I believe in hope and fear.
I believe in success and failure.

I believe,
Therefore I am.
I am emotional,
Determined and insecure
Stubborn and proud.

I believe in biology.
I believe in genetics.
I believe in chemistry.

I believe that
Nature versus nurture.
That is the question.
It is not nobler
To suffer the slings and arrows
Of outrageous moods.
Clumsiness is inevitable
The different drummer
Didn’t chose a different beat
She had no rhythm.

I believe there are things we will not overcome.
I believe there are things we will not change.
I believe there are things we will not accept.

I believe that
Life is not fair.
If at first you don’t succeed, you may never succeed.
Terrible things happen.
And the idea that God
Doesn’t give you more than you can handle
Is ridiculous and judgmental.

I believe in God.
I believe in choices.
I believe in reality.

I believe
There is a god.
Not an all powerful God,
Who directs life like a puppeteer.
But a God both distant and dear.
I believe in a small, clear voice.
Sometimes we listen and hear
But it is our choice.
Our path to follow.
I believe in miracles,
But I know that tragedy
Is unavoidable.

Things may happen for a reason

But we rarely discover why.
Life is filled with pain and death.
Every moment we are faced with a choice.
Do I eat the peach?
Do I descend the stair?
Do I give in to despair?

I believe in beauty.
I believe in strength.
I believe in second chances.

I believe
Childhood may be the wonder years,
But if you look around
There is still plenty at which to marvel.
Stand under the stars at night.
Stand alone.
Feel the soft, cool, summer breeze.
Listen to the whispers of the night.
Who else stands looking?
Sleepless at night,
Full of fear and loneliness
As a new day dawns, we all continue on.
This is strength.
Everyone does it.
Everyone has it.

Each day is the beginning of the rest our life

But we can’t deny the past.
A new day may overwhelm with choices.
Tragedy may strike.

I muddle through as best I can
Trying to find some value
In each experience.
This is my strength.
And tomorrow is a new day.
I may chose differently.
I may choose more wisely.
I may make a choice,
That takes the unchangeable me
Into a world of wonder
And makes it better.

This I believe.


(originally written in 2002. rewritten in 2006)
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