believing

"Believing is not that simple. Get rid of selfish ambition and expectation. This helps stay true to the story, stay real."
~Harrison Ford

i heard Harrison say this in an interview tonight. it really struck me.

belief is the core of who we are. who we believe we are, what we believe we are, why we believe we are. who we believe in, what we believe in, why we believe. belief, it is what drives us. it is what shapes us.

a man hobbles down the street, clutching a cane twisted with years as he is, never raising his eyes to see further than a step ahead. his hat is proper, yet dusty, cardigan buttoned neatly over long sleeve cotton shirt with a little wear showing. wool trousers pressed loosely with cuffs that sway like pendulums barely missing shoelaces which would surely snap with the slightest provocation. who is he? what does he believe about himself? why did you and i both just judge him?

belief, or lack thereof, will make you stand tall, walk down the street as a feather in a light breeze simply carried by the wind. not hurried, yet not lingering tooo long. enjoying each breath for what it is. no expectation, no selfish ambition. only belief that it is there. it is there for a reason, a purpose, though it may not know what that purpose is. the feather believes it has a purpose. if for nothing more than to be there in that moment, maybe it gives lightness to someone else just by being there. maybe it slows someones frantic pace. it does not have to know, only believe. and just be.

now what do you think of the man? yeah, my opinion changed a bit, too.

belief can make us strong, help us fly free, or weigh us down, drag us into further drudgery. depending what, or in whom, we believe.