We have opportunities in our lives to take chances, to experience, to accept the possibility of something that will make us vibrate with life.
Most often what we seek we barely understand ourselves; it is a glimpse of something that tantalizes, a sliver of something cool on our tongues, a hunger we house but don’t recognize.
When people speak of belief in something, and the steps we take to accept or relinquish it, I find myself curious. This step into the darkness takes courage, yes, but it is always framed in a manner that makes the idea of it untouchable. As if those who deliberately and coherently commit themselves to a belief should be ridiculed or revered.
Belief in something is not inviolate. It should not be absolute, except as we choose it. But it should not be shied away from either.
Why not choose to have faith? Why not allow your wrists to be bound, your eyes to be blindfolded. Why not let yourself be led into the darkness?
What have you got to lose?
We forget that sacrifice was ever a demand of true faith, and that bliss was always the partner to that most beautiful of devotions.