Do You Believe What You Want To Believe?
What we believe about what we believe

The persistence of uncertainty
The other day I was lamenting to a friend of mine that I wish I could believe in the certainty of an afterlife.
I wish, as many people do, that we could be reunited with lost loved ones, feel a “presence” of a guardian angel, or be comforted in knowing my miscarriages could be resolved, or, perhaps that fond hugs and incomplete conversations could still happen.
Maybe on some other, paradisiacal, mystical plane. Many people believe in some version of heaven, or ghosts, for example.
For almost a week now, I have been struggling with what she replied to me:
“Well, you can still believe that! We can all believe whatever we want!”
Is this really true for most people? It was extraordinarily eye-opening to me. Do people, I keep asking myself, believe that we can believe whatever we want?
To be clear, I am certain there is a higher power, more than just ourselves, perhaps panpsychism, or universal consciousness. Who knows!?
There is nothing in such theories to suggest angels, or reunion evidence, however.
The dangerous conviction of our beliefs
We have all heard others say some variation of “believe whatever you want, Dude, I am right about A.B. or C.” Yet, in all the years and conversations that include this type of phrase, I have always taken it to mean that “You believe what you want to hear” a kind of wishful thinking, a sort of acceptance that people live in denial.
A fool’s paradise, or the generalized idea that something like a pandemic is influenced not so much by pathogens and contagion, but by human will, and government, or other control.
Conspiracy and fanatic territory.
I have never taken the time to realize that some people might actively choose their beliefs. This idea, like almost any new idea, is earth-shattering to me.
If we can believe what we want, I wonder, why do we have atheism, doubt, and so much fear? Or, why don’t we all believe in fairies, Santa Claus, or any positive thing such as “I am the king of the world, I am worshipped, adored, infallible, rich, powerful,” and so on?
Then, I realized with a shudder, that some sociopaths believe something very close to that. Typically, such a narcissistic person requires input from others to support such beliefs. But why, if we can choose, really, would we need the input of the faith of others?
I thoroughly understand that some people believe in positive thinking, or rote affirmations, or any number of religious ideas. But this goes beyond those normal human needs for affiliation and faith.
I believe in nature, that we share our origins and DNA. That we belong, but that we do not see it.
To believe whatever you want, for me, would require that I suspend almost everything that I know. And, although I know that I know very little, what I do know — that the universe is largely reliable and run by natural laws — is very challenged by the idea that we can choose whatever supernatural laws appeal to us.
Atheists, for example, might want to believe that there is a flying spaghetti monster who really just wants to end all religious strife forever and ever.
I really want to know what you believe
What do you think? Do you believe that consciously, unconsciously, or other, we are all so malleable that we can believe whatever we want? We can choose to believe our dead grandmothers and grandfathers are waiting for us with plates of warm cookies?
Or, that, we can choose to know that our tiny, pale blue dot is special among the limitless worlds and swirling galaxies out there?
Some days, we come face to face with the possibility that what we think we know is all wrong. Beliefs about beliefs seem to fall into this category.
I guess I really want to believe this is not true.