Good question LRod.
I think I put too much faith in people.
After 51 years of being on this planet, basically on a search to find faith in something, I'd have to say at this point that it's music and song for me.
I remember once, long ago, (I was in my mid twenties), I was working as a singer of course, in Florida, but also had a daygig selling tickets at a movietheater. I had to sit in one of those little ticket booths and it made me very claustrophobic.
The Movie they were playing that day was the Deerhunter. I had just used my free ticket to see the movie before going out on shift to take tickets.
I wasn't in there selling tickets for long when all of the sudden everything kinda caved in on me. I kept seeing Christopher Walken playing roulette, and Deniro, trying to stop him, in my head. My chest started thrashing, my knees went weak. I thought I was having a heart attack, right there in the little ticket booth.
Shit! I'll never forget that feeling.
Needless to say, I left my booth immediately, despite threatening protests from the boss, and jumped into my old pale green dodge coronet, (ugly ass car), with my hand on my heart, totally freaked out!
I drove to the nearest ER, sure I was dying. Sure, that the only thing that keeping me alive was the song I was singing at the top of my lungs, all the way to the er.
I was singin lucky so and so, and it was keeping me alive, doing that. It really was!
Those er people told me I had had a major anxiety attack.
They prescribed me pills which I took for awhile, damn, they were called placidils or something, they looked like red jellybeans, and man they were fun!
But I knew then, although I'm just figuring out now, that it was the music, that song that I sang, that kept me going and protected.
Yep, it's the music, that song we sing, that keeps the faith alive.
At least for me.
Thanks for asking. I can't wait to read other responses to this.
Hest