Something to believe in

Don’t you love how in the movies the protagonist has a staggering revelation surrounded by a stunningly constructed set, paired with a moving soundtrack and complimentary lighting? Why can’t people experience such well structured real life “a-ha” moments?

Music has long been a source of great inspiration for me when I’m feeling blue. I’ve long been in awe of those who can capture a life experience so elequently in 250 words or less. Personally, my tales are always long-winded.

I feel that same awe listening The Bravery‘s Believe

The faces all around me they don’t smile they just crack
Waiting for our ship to come but our ships not coming back
We do our time like pennies in a jar
What are we saving for
…
We sit and grow our roots into the floor
But what are we waiting for?

So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe

And while not their most lyrically suave song, Jon Bon Jovi‘s performance of the “Something to Believe In” track on the These Days album captures that desperation to have some tiny shred of hope.

Tonight I’ll dust myself off
Tonight I’ll suck my gut in
I’ll face the night and I’ll pretend
I got something to believe in

And I had lost touch with reason
I watched life criticize the truth
Been waiting for a miracle
I know you have too
…
If there’s nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin
In a world that gives you nothing
We need something to believe in

So there I was on an eliptical cross trainer at the gym today, and I realized that despite all the horrible tragedies I read about in the press every day (corporate mayhem, lives cut short, out of control politicians, environmental degradation), I do have something to believe in: me.

I’ve survived my childhood. And though it took a long while, I’ve finally kicked a lot of my bad relationship habits and can say that I no longer live in fear (the paralyzing anxiety that kept me from actually living throughout most of my teen and young adult years). When all else fails, I’ve got me. The thing about survivors, despite being knocked down, we always get back up.

Regardless of the seemingly impossible hurdles that I’ll face down the line, I know I can get through and come out the other end. Having done so before, I know I can do so again.

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