I believe in Rising above: expectations, the “status-quo”, ignorance, views, society, limitations, all fade into bliss by ascension throughout.
I believe in divinity within the human construct; attainable only through peace of mind. I believe in the power of the question—because why shouldn’t I? I believe in taking the first steps out of the chalk circle on the sidewalk that encloses what my parents call “time-out” but contains what I call reasoning and reality, and walking the line of imagination and opulence—because what does that line do?—it never ends. I believe in certain self-identification, but how one knows truly who he or she is, is uncertain, as well as intangible to human touch. It may only be lain upon by a poised cerebral state. I believe that genius is only great aptitude for patience.
I believe in the serendipity of not knowing—but I don’t believe in luck…well, just a little bit. I believe in the “free man” (and/or woman). I believe in Rising above weakness, for weakness is only a restriction of the mind and body, stamped upon me like a label by those who make up my surroundings because I didn’t meet their “standards.” I believe that all other people’s standards of me are insignificant, and that I set my own standards to which I choose to live up too. I believe in being able to have my feet on the ground but my head in the clouds.
I believe in Rising above and being true to whom you really are, because without your veritable self —I do believe that you are lost in this magnificent world.
If you enjoyed this essay, please consider making a tax-deductible contribution to This I Believe, Inc.