I believe in Believing. I think that in one’s life, all you need is to believe. I believe that
in everything that happens, all you should do is believe. I’ve found that
by believing steadfast and true, you can overcome any issue or make any
moment much better. Believing might by very general, and might confuse a
person or two, but it is this ability to believe, to trust and think things
true that can TURN things true, make trust always the truth, and make even the
most impossible things a reality.
I learned just a few months ago that my dad had gone through depression. He
stopped watching soccer matches on TV, he disliked drinking wine, his love for
good food ceased, and he became increasingly aggressive. Everyday, he would be
irritable and hard to talk to. He would wake the entire house very early, and
would get terribly mad with me about grades, friends, and math problems. I
would cower down in pure fear. I remember feeling so much hatred
against him, but I knew deep inside that he would change, and I believed he
would get better. And instead of hating him for what he made me feel, I
worked with him to change his attitude. Every day I’d be the sweetest I
could to my dad, giving him all my caring and do my best in everything to please him.
Several months later, my dad started getting very sick. He would get these
intense chest pains, sickness, and overall ill-feeling. He thought he had
heart problems and that he was going to die. Every day, like a sermon, my dad
would tell me to be ready to greet death with open arms, and to not be sad
when he died. And every night, I would cry thinking that this night would be
the night it happened. Several times we would go to the hospital, staying up
until 4am, waiting until my parents would come out of the emergency room. But
whenever results came in, they would always come back that he was fine. With
this, I began to finally lose my fear of death, embracing it openly, and
gained belief in my dad. I believe that my dad could get better, that he
wouldn’t be sad, or pressured. I believed in him, and his well being.
Now my dad is fine. He is taking medicines for things I don’t even know, but
he is better. He has found his patience, and is now a better person, not as
stressed out, and enjoys his soccer games and his fine dining. The anxiety over my father’s illness taught me many lessons.
I learned to believe in knowing yourself, being sure of whatever might happen, and not
backing down from facts. I believe in feeling real life, no sugars added. I
believe that with a little love, anything can happen.
I believe in Believing.
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