One truth is, even if we get to live other lives after this one, we can’t really know what happens when we die.
We can only make guesses.
We choose beliefs that make us feel good.
Or we carry beliefs that are not ours — beliefs that make us suffer.
I’ve realized along this path that just as I am not my thoughts, I am also not my patterns of thought.
So I am not my beliefs either.
As a grown woman now, it’s my responsibility to carry beliefs that make me feel good —trusting, powerful, and connected to something bigger.
I wasn’t born into a religious family, but through my travels and spiritual experiences,
I’ve found my faith.
I choose to believe in something bigger —a kind of co-creation with the universe, or whatever you want to call it —something that is always expanding, and expanding through us.
These beliefs make me feel so much better and supported.
They make me stronger to surf the ups and downs of life.
To feel and welcome both pain and pleasure.
Because in the end, what will really matter is how we live our life —how proud we are of our decisions, our presence, our growth, our expansion.
At the end, I want to look back and say: I am proud of myself.
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