I can sit here and believe what I want. What I believe does not have to be true or a fact. I can believe my opinions are correct, because I believe what I am saying. I can believe ideas that I know do not fit the actual situation. I can create ideas, images, songs, poorly formed drawings, and I can use these concepts to make mental maps, images of how I think it might be, and somehow understand this is only an approximation of what is, but I will believe it.
I don’t believe war is the answer, or that a particular group of people has a lock on god, but some people believe their imagination covers it all. I don’t believe that someone needs to believe how or what another believes, although, there is the Ethic of Reciprocity, and we are social beings, and most of the great Teachers tell us to look at our relations to others.
I notice I am full of conflicts, complications, enigmas, and shortcomings. I do want to do better, setting aside those pieces that impede me from doing better. I go from day to day, sometimes full of hope, sometimes despair, living. I could project onto others my belief that they are not living correctly, but this process of living my life goes on even as others live how they live.
Each new day brings the challenge of how I live, full of my fantasy of beliefs, full of my history, full of my interactions with others. When I ignore these thoughts, because I already know this stuff, I will have a day when all of it comes back to me is one form or another, shaking my taken for granted world like a tree in the wind. And again I have to go back through the haphazard structure of beliefs, conjectures, and rote actions, and examine myself. Some days the experience hurts, some days I feel relieved, and some days, I remember to sit quietly, follow my breathing, watch my thoughts, be present.