I believe hope can be inherited.
That a whole lifetime need not be spent convincing yourself that you are magical.
I believe those who came before me did not tread a path simply so I could voyage down it or relax at the end--but so I could dream even further distances--practice even deeper love.
I believe truth comes in whispers found deep in your soul and we are better off for all the times we let our soul-whispers sing.
I believe in giving permission to sleep in, say no, and opt out when your heart most needs it.
That giving permission for others to push you in their direction is like giving permission for someone to quietly usurp all your dreams.
I believe that kindness must find her way in to the most rusty parts of our beings.
I believe it is never too late to begin, we are never too tied up to come clean about our deep longings.
I believe that men need to hope and cry and be held in loving arms, too.
I believe anyone can be an artist.
That art can set you free.
I believe in the humility of knowing little, of being a beginner, of asking for help.
That if I am so privileged to inherit hope, to inherit belief--my life work then becomes to pay it forward.
I believe that together, we can open doors to the wild possibilities of the human heart.
What things do you believe? I'd love to know in the comments below.
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