Amidst all the I love yous; I need yous; I want yous, the impact of a sincerely proclaimed ‘I believe in you’ is scandalously underexposed.
Of course there is the 'I believe in us’, which emphasizes on one’s confidence in the perpetuity of a loving relation. Yet it focuses on the involved as one unit. And again the common ground that is sought after is love. 'I believe in us’ is roughly saying 'I believe in our love’, or the somewhat cruder stated sentiment 'we love each other’.
There is something incredibly endearing about being seen as a singular and unique being through the eyes of a lover: I believe in you as a standalone figure with all your goals, dreams, desires, and ambitions; your opinions, your characteristics. I believe in the genuiness and integrity of your person and all that comes with it.
I believe in you and where you are going. I see what makes you special when I take me and my love out of the equation. I believe in the person you were before me; the person you always have been. I believe in whatever journey you are taking, and I’d like to come with you. That is, if you’ll have me. Needless to say if you’ll have me.
There are many things and concepts in which we humans pour our faith, but none will have the same impact as a simple demonstration or vocalization of the faith we have in each other. As far as this concerns lovers, it is as simple as stating: I recognize your place and purpose in this universe, and as a spectator this marvels me.
Here is a time lapse of my very FIRST journal.
Even though im not really proud if it, i feel extremely attached to it, as if it’s an important piece of my life.
I first started journaling back in 2015, and it wasnt really journaling; it was more like “a depressed kid complaining about life”. Inside this journal i shared my deepest worries, the things i hate, the things i like, what makes me happy, what makes me sad, what i want and what im afraid of. Every single page is a part of me and that’s why i love it.
If you really think about it, journals are more than just a book. It is where your imagination grows, where you realize stuff about yourself that you couldn’t before.
Looking back at the pages from the 2015 depressed me or the 2016 strong me i found out how much i have changed, and im proud of what i’ve done so far.
I hope that i will be able to become the person i always wanted to be, and i want to keep a record of every little thought and every single emotion of this journey.
I used to think that I won’t be able to survive before i become an adult or that im going to be depressed for my whole life, allowing those thoughts to keep crawling in and out of my head whenever they wanted.
I used to think that, but I chose to change it.
And i will change it.
I am a strong human being and i deeply and strongly believe in myself.
It’s 11:55 right now and in 5 minutes im going to turn 18.
In 5 minutes im going to write my first page in my second journal.
BAD GRADES DO NOT MEAN YOU DIDN’T TRY. BAD GRADES DO NOT MEAN THAT YOU ARE A FAILURE. BAD GRADES DO NOT MEAN YOU ARE STUPID. ALL BAD GRADES ARE ARE AN OPPORTUNITY TO LEARN. TAKE THAT OPPORTUNITY. DO GREAT. I BELIEVE IN YOU.
In case you needed a reminder; all of your hard work is paying off and all of your progress has been incredible. No matter how small of steps you’re taking or how much back pedaling you’ve had to do–progress is progress and you’re doing a great job.
i want to tell you a story. it’s a story about a 17 year old boy from columbus ohio, with a rubber band on his wrist and bad thoughts in his head who writes about trees and saying hello. it’s a story about a 20 year old boy from ohio who makes this musical group, and starts to need his rubber band less, and puts his words in to music. it’s a story about a 22 year old boy from ohio, whose life isn’t going quite the way he thought it would but he’s made a new friend, a new brother, and this new friend is helping him project the words he once feared to say, louder and further than he ever thought possible. it’s a story about a 24 year old boy from ohio who has stopped wearing his rubber band completely, and who is singing the world his darkest thoughts, at first afraid of rejection, but growing confidence as he hears the world sing back. it’s a story about a 27 year old boy from ohio, with tattoos lining his wrist where a rubber band once was, who stands in one of the biggest venues in america and sings to nearly 30,000 people about trees and saying hello.
i want to tell you a story. it’s a story about a boy who made it. and i want you to know that you can make it too. you are not a sad story. you are not hopeless. you will sing about your own trees one day.
shoutout to everyone going through a rough time right now if it’s to do with school, family, academics, friends, pets, people, the world or even yourself, it’s okay. it will be okay. you will be okay. remember this is only temporary. you will come through. you can do this. i believe in you.