Faith

Sometimes I wonder if it's true that our beliefs really do create the world we live in. If so, those without faith would never reap it's benifits, and those with it would rarely need it.

With relationships there really is something to not needing one. Nothing's quite so unappealing as someone who's desparate. And little is more attractive than someone who knows what they want. And is willing to do whatever it takes to putt it off.

The world, then, would be a belief factory. Where we go through trials and tribulations just to realize that we were blessed and safe the whole time. A whole lot of work just to learn that we are entirely capable and can learn and accomplish whatever we set our minds to. That it is already done.

So why do we ever give up hope? Or, even more concrete, why do we ever doubt ourselves in the first place? If all we hope to gain from it eventually is the ability to believe. Isn't that starting off on the wrong foot? Aren't we making 90% of the work before we even set foot out the door?

Just something I thought of at the gym today.