Year 2009. “One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.” Joan of Arc
I was strolling my day in temples in Hohhot, Inner Mongolia, during the Qingming Festival, also known as Tomb Sweeping Day, which is the equivalent to the westerns All Souls Day held in early November of each year. On that sunny day, the 5th day of April of 2009, the day the Chinese pay respect to their beloved ones that passed away, I spotted this group of young people throwing coins in a bronze made pot. It is rather normal this behaviour around the world to believe tossing coins into a pot, a pond, a lake, a fountain and even a river gives back good luck. But I was amazed at their concentration which is what called my attention. I approached them, I looked inside and I saw something shining. I asked them if they would speak english to which question the boy in glasses shyly nodded. Then I asked what they were up with such a concentration. The boy explained that there was a gold coin in the bottom and they believe if they hit that coin with theirs it give them really double good luck. I then asked if I could take a picture but their concentration was so high that I never got an answer back…
Beliefs are accrued with essentials that give our path a sense. Without them we are empty and I do believe so too.