What do you believe?

This question has plagued me for a long time in my life (as though I am ancient and suddenly conemplative). Strangely, I've never challenged myself enough to actually answer it--out of laziness or fear, I'm not sure which. Now that I'm meeting lots of new people from different backgrounds, who hold different beliefs or similar beliefs or no beliefs, I've tried to start thinking again about what it is I can say for myself. This (incomplete) list is taken from one of my journal entries about a month ago, that I happened to flip open to tonight.

• I believe in secrets.
• I believe in whispering deep thoughts that could hurt.
• I believe in the pleasure of writing words in pen. In pencil.
• I believe in music that talks to me.
• I believe in dreams.
• I believe in thoughts to myself.
• I believe in knowing more than I say.
• I believe in not feeling obligated (but I don't practice this belief).
• I believe that where and how I find meaning doesn't have to make sense.
• I believe that something is larger than life, than me, than the world.
• I believe in not making anything larger than life.
• I believe in being good to people.
• I believe in the importance/insanity of family.
• I believe in making a few good friends. And many, many friends.
• I believe in taking a stand (perhaps another non-practiced belief, not sure yet).
• I believe in morals "but not really." Haha.
• I believe in what you believe.
• I believe in chill bumps and dreamy eyes.
• I believe in nature and green spaces.
• I believe in wandering and wondering.
• I believe in the stars and the universe.
• I believe in doing whatever you wanna do, gosh!
• I believe in the act of believing.
• I believe in not believing.
• I believe in not.
• I believe in not knowing all the answers.
• I believe that everything changes.
• I believe in the evilness of repeating mistakes.
• I believe in the inevitability of repeating mistakes.
• I believe that he waits.

I believe it is time for me to sleep.