Believing only because I want to.

No doubt. I deceive myself. In many ways. Tending to believe what I want to believe. Especially in spiritual matters. I want to believe in spirits. And an afterlife. So I believe it. Because I also want to be a romantic idealist. And that’s what a romantic idealist should believe. In other dimensions. In a spiritual realm. In love. In goodness. In everlasting life. Sure, I acknowledge, this all may be self-deception. Just a matter of believing what I want to believe. Without solid evidence. Because there can’t be anything solid about it. Other than I feel like believing. That’s good enough for me. –Jim Broede