Belief Is Half The Battle


To most of us this simple word means much more than just the muscle that keeps us alive. It defines our ability to feel, to love, to care, to suffer deeply, to evolve, to fight on… it is the source of all our power, our greatest strength and our greatest weakness.

To me the word implies all that is good and bad and wonderful and frightening in a human being. It’s the essence of who we are, the inexorable truth of the human condition. Found in the center of what we call one’s soul, the heart is the passion we are capable of mustering, is the strength that we are capable of summoning, the ability to love…

Heart is where your true self lives. Heart is what you put into this world without expecting anything in return. Heart is what makes you unique, what makes you capable of all the greatness that you once thought was reserved for others.

We have these strange words used to define ourselves and those around us: smart, funny, beautiful, good, bad…

We define things by using numbers. IQ, EQ, this or that amount of money. Followers, subscribers, fans, comments, likes…

We can measure everything in this world. We can analyze it, intellectualize it, describe it…

But you can’t measure heart.

No, you just can’t.

You can’t measure one man’s dream.

You can’t see it in their eyes, as they’re crying, how badly they want something.

How many sleepless nights they spent trying to make their dreams come true.

Most people are lukewarm. Neither hot, neither cold. They just don’t know what they want, what makes them feel alive. Their hearts are slowly being replaced by fear, by self-imposed limits, by regrets… Other people tell them who they should be, and this becomes their reality. They slowly die. They become the walking dead…

They become “realistic.”

They’re no longer hungry, they no longer endure pain and suffering, they no longer possess the desire to do whatever it takes to get what they want.

The listen to those voices that keep telling them that they’re not good enough.

Yes, the voices are right. You are not good enough. You not even good. Never were.

You are great.

You are phenomenal.

You were born to achieve greatly.

That heart is beating inside your chest, pumping blood through your blood…that is not there to keep you alive.

You weren’t born to die.

You were born to become immortal.

To change the little bit of universe around you.

To inspire others.

To prove to yourself that you can become better each day.


  1. On a grim day, good to read.( only the news, not my own life)
    Still working on belief… Slammed at 16 for my exam essay response to the title ‘ I believe’
    ‘ believe in myself ?;
    Never such wicked vanity in the history of the school…. Etc…

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