The Universe is Screaming at me to have Faith. Now. in Paris.
"How do I have Faith?" I ask.
"By Believing..." is the answer I get back.
"How do I Believe...?" I want to know.
"Act as if you Believe..." is the Silent reply.
"How do I act as if I Believe...?" I must know.
"If you settle for less, you are not acting as if you Believe." was the final answer.
A woman at the metro, whom I did not know, said out loud:
"He's asking you to have Faith."
...she wasn't talking to me, nor did she know what was on my mind, but I heard her loud and clear...
The theme song for my day, my love and my life, plays in the background...