When someone decides to believe again, they reconcile themselves with their own vulnerability. Because believing is exposing oneself: trusting that words will be sincere, that gestures will be truthful, that dreams will not be in vain. It is a leap of faith that, paradoxically, fills us with strength. Believing again is like lighting a candle in the darkness: the light does not eliminate all the shadows, but it reminds us that we are not lost.
Faith in oneself is the first step. Believing that we are capable of rising, of learning, of transforming what seemed definitive. Then comes faith in others: in the hands that guide us, in the voices that encourage us, in the embraces that sustain us. And finally, faith in life itself: in its capacity to surprise us, to gift us encounters, to open paths where there seemed to be only walls.
To believe again doesn't mean forgetting the wounds, but rather looking at them with compassion and understanding that they, too, have taught us. It is an act of courage, because those who believe again dare to love, to trust, to hope. And in that gesture, the greatness of the human spirit is revealed: the capacity to begin again.
Perhaps the key lies in simplicity: in the unexpected smile, in the dawn that reminds us there is always a new day, in the word that arrives just when we need it most. To believe again is, ultimately, to live life to the fullest, with the certainty that hope is a bridge that connects us with the best in ourselves and in the world.
Credit: The translator is Google.
The image is my own.
