Acts of faith can be scary; they are committing your belief
not to reason, but hope; there is no safety for this isn’t tangible, but
intangible. There’s no external evidence; only the image you see from behind
closed eyes. It’s believing that something will be on the other side when you
emerge from behind the curtain…or, rather, it’s having the audience already
watching you and you give the order—“Draw the curtain!” and reveal it to
everyone.
And living by veins in the schools of, “Why not go out on a
limb? That’s where all the fruit is,” and “I’d rather have a life of ‘Oh wells,’
rather than, ‘What ifs?’” I got up on stage: I went on a search for a picture
frame today.
I bought this picture frame as an act of faith—that one day I’ll
put a picture of a new love I never thought was possible in it. I’ve been
sowing and sowing and sowing—in time and expectancy. Harvest is coming. (: And
I will gently turn those black leaves that lie against a velvet backing,
opening the gate to this kingdom I never thought I would be a part of and insert
the rebuttal for every doubt and dosage of medicine for every scratch and
laceration on this wounded heart.
Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become.
Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the
prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.
~ James Allen, British philosopher
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