FAITH FATIGUE

IF CERTAINTY SLIPS, BELIEF IS THE WORK

At some point it all snaps. It has to.

There’s a point where it breaks. It must.

Boundless belief begins in boyhood, the ball will hit the back of the net.

Winning is the outcome, because why wouldn’t it be?

If the grazed knee is inevitable, the pain is irrelevant.

The man makes it only but so far before the tank drains.

Fumes will not suffice. The engine does not purr on belief.

At some point, the man simply can’t any longer.

Facts dominate.

Eventually, faith fatigues.

The boy is taught the F-word in whispers.

The man uses it without thought.

Faith fatigues.

Belief renews.

Belief is a discipline. A daily practice.

A choice made only in strength

A choice that does not require certainty.

By default, the boy is both.

He does not require evidence or proof.

At some point it all heals. It has to.

There’s a moment where it begins again. It must.

Boundless belief begins in boyhood.

The child has faith without proof.

The man requires renewal.

Adulthood demands evidence, a changing of what the mind holds to be true.

Belief reorganises the boy’s mind.

Faith steadies the heart.

Belief gives structure.

Faith gives the man endurance.

The man begins to believe on purpose.

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Ever had a moment when you can’t quite say the thing your feeling, then it all comes out at once in the weirdest of ways? This isn’t the kind of writing I’d usually share, but that’s exactly what this space is for right? Hopefully this chimes with someone.

R