There are a great many things I believe in. There are a great deal of things I don't believe in. One thing I believe in, and have trouble with in others lacking it, is being fair. Give and take, it's an orderly process that I NEED to have happen. I believe in coffee in the morning. No hot coffee means bad morning. It isn't impossible, but it isn't happy either.
There are also things I don't believe in. I don't believe in taking advantage of people, and I suppose that stumbles into fairness' territory, and after all, aren't all things connected? I don't believe in most folk remedies, magnets? Puh-Sha! Magic healing metal strips? Copper bracelets? Puh-lease! Oh, and ALL Chinese remedies that require strange parts of endangered animals. Somehow, all those really tick me off, since, one, they border on kicking sand in fairness' face (Let's take advantage of people, why don't we?). Two: they don't mention the healing mental effects of good strong hot coffee. And, three: one of them uses animal parts that have probably belonged to an animal that was poached, and not in the friendly boiled egg way, either.
But, back to my subject, unbelief. There is one last item over which I suffer unbelief. It is not an item, really, it has been an idea for a very long time. A fear in some sense. In other senses, a source of devotion I don't show in other avenues. Perhaps, it is a religion, but I suffer this unbelief a lot lately. It is simple, even when it is staring me in the face, I still find it hard to believe. It's incredible, really. A miracle, yes. Still, I don't believe it until I walk in her room and see her sleeping form and hear her rhythmic breathing and smell her sweet baby scent: I am a father. When I suffer that unbelief, that unsureness, and I see her, or I hold her, or I watch her smile, or I just gaze into those magical eyes, well, it brings tears to my eyes. She is beautiful, and I am hers.
Oh, and it really isn't fair. How is it fair to all the other fathers in the world that I, and I alone, get the honor, the glorious burden, the heroic Joy of being father to the most precious and beautiful little girl on Earth? Unbelievable.