Something more painful than heartache is when you lose your faith. It is when you stopped believing on just about everything. And when that happens, you will lose your ground and will become a lame. The fact here is, in order to remain standing, you got to have something to believe in, you got to have something solid to stand on for you can never stand when you’re floating.
In the act of losing my frail faith to the One Most High, I betrayed my destiny here on earth, I betrayed my mission in life, I betrayed my personal legend as a being. My body went on living but my soul is dead… and I keep on convincing myself that every man is born to betray his own destiny. I think I believe that… I think I want to believe that… or maybe I don’t believe anything anymore.
But in the midst of this poignant journey of my dying faith… I remember that unforgettable conversation that left a mark on my being. The memory of that moment that echoes to my soul and brings me back to the time when I was still secured… or at least I felt that way before. The sole conversation with an atheist – a firm non-believer of the almighty… is the same person who made my faith stronger.
Those words that from time to time I hear them echoing inside my ear and that sound travels to my heart – “it doesn’t matter whether God really exist or not, you just have to believe in Him because that belief will keep you warm in your darkest hours.”
I never dared to doubt that infamous quote. And with my struggling faith, Him who is faithful led me back to the path of my born destiny.
I’m afraid to take a step forward but there is no more reason to stay and it is logically and rationally wrong to go back. Something (a kind of force) is pushing me from behind to step forward… not knowing what the future holds.
I guess that is something to be thankful for… not knowing what will come to pass is a blessing. At least you don’t have to worry for the rest of the moments till you finally face the tragedy… and at least you can live each moment full of hope.
In the act of losing my frail faith to the One Most High, I betrayed my destiny here on earth, I betrayed my mission in life, I betrayed my personal legend as a being. My body went on living but my soul is dead… and I keep on convincing myself that every man is born to betray his own destiny. I think I believe that… I think I want to believe that… or maybe I don’t believe anything anymore.
But in the midst of this poignant journey of my dying faith… I remember that unforgettable conversation that left a mark on my being. The memory of that moment that echoes to my soul and brings me back to the time when I was still secured… or at least I felt that way before. The sole conversation with an atheist – a firm non-believer of the almighty… is the same person who made my faith stronger.
Those words that from time to time I hear them echoing inside my ear and that sound travels to my heart – “it doesn’t matter whether God really exist or not, you just have to believe in Him because that belief will keep you warm in your darkest hours.”
I never dared to doubt that infamous quote. And with my struggling faith, Him who is faithful led me back to the path of my born destiny.
I’m afraid to take a step forward but there is no more reason to stay and it is logically and rationally wrong to go back. Something (a kind of force) is pushing me from behind to step forward… not knowing what the future holds.
I guess that is something to be thankful for… not knowing what will come to pass is a blessing. At least you don’t have to worry for the rest of the moments till you finally face the tragedy… and at least you can live each moment full of hope.