Choosing what to believe can be one of the most painful of mortal exercises. Yet, struggling with that choice gives birth to divine connection and unmeasurable joy.
A certain comfort exists when belief is inherited. The assurance of a parent, a trusted friend, or a cherished mentor goes a long way in making us feel good about our beliefs.
Yet, borrowed belief is fragile.
The investment in choosing our beliefs is expensive. Asking questions is hard and, in moments of challenge, often painful. The beauty of choosing what to believe is in reflection, seeking truth, and realizing that more questions may be necessary.
Questions should never be feared. The empty silence resulting from no questions is the real enemy.