I was going to write an entry about politics, something that's been on my mind a lot lately. It, like millions of other thoughts I had, ended up as one of the multitude of half-written drafts saved in this blog that will forever remain unfinished. I wanted to keep going with the politics post, but today I started thinking about something else: faith. Faith in people, faith in ourselves, faith in our principles, having the faith to believe in your environment and the people around you. Faith to keep going on when you're not sure what the hell you're doing or why you're doing it or whether you're even right; in those moments blind faith is the only thing that can sustain you. I think it's an incredible testament to the human will that we're able to put our faith in a person, a belief, an organization, without fully knowing why or what we're getting into and just trusting in something we can't even see or know really exists. That ability to just simply trust and hope for the best and believe you know it will work out for the best, even when you don't know a thing.
Since January, nearly every day has been one of those moments where I have questioned everything and everyone around me, where I felt tested at every second of every day. Where I felt like my very morals and values came into question some days. Where I felt like I couldn't stand it some days. Where I felt like I was in a moral struggle and didn't even know that I wanted anymore what I had thought I wanted all along. But then there was that faith: something, someone, that gave me a source of blind faith to keep pushing myself farther when I felt like everything, everything, was going in the wrong direction.
So what do you do when you start losing faith, completely?
Since January, nearly every day has been one of those moments where I have questioned everything and everyone around me, where I felt tested at every second of every day. Where I felt like my very morals and values came into question some days. Where I felt like I couldn't stand it some days. Where I felt like I was in a moral struggle and didn't even know that I wanted anymore what I had thought I wanted all along. But then there was that faith: something, someone, that gave me a source of blind faith to keep pushing myself farther when I felt like everything, everything, was going in the wrong direction.
So what do you do when you start losing faith, completely?
Reality is such a funny thing. Who defines it? How can you possibly define it? How can it be that everyone's reality, and everyone's perception of it, is so vastly different? How do people even come together when everyone's perception and grasp of reality differs so much? Who is delusional and who is visionary?
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