I think there is always an element of choice in the process by which we arrive at our beliefs, whatever those beliefs may be.
Reason, intuition, and aspiration all play their part; we may ask ourselves, consciously or unconsciously, What sort of person do I want to be?, and What might I believe about the world and my place in it, in order to become that person?
For myself, I choose to believe that humans are essentially good, and the universe benign, despite evidence to the contrary. In other words, I choose how the evidence for and against optimism should be weighted.
And I chose to believe in a loving creator, because to do otherwise would, at the time I made that choice, have been to succumb to nihilism and despair. After 21 years of occasionally wavering but never unrewarding faith in God, I know I made the right decision. That’s my Pascal’s wager, and I consider myself a most fortunate and undeserving winner.